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The Weakly Underground
A W Singerman
Preface I meant it somehow it’s not like the evil spirit more like the wind you know it is windy wine day this is amazing man . this is a Friday night this is awesome pretending what ping i really pong or tick tok tok tick tick tok tok ... Time passes, he said all over the place & agian (I mean again (just now) *again) To do to move to day with the way time passes to do to day - Thank you .
at the end of a line that continues continuous all over
Inside What I was trying to say: my voice is a quiet expression of what i can’t say . didn’t realise hadn’t realised couldn’t realise I was I was waiting I was waiting for this . time is a tiny dot. a spot where everything is held. of course (& in course) i didn’t see it coming but you felt something
didn't you ?
Do it to a t = =
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The some of our partings come & go =
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MATTER OF FACT = = = themysteryisnotamystery amysterisnotthemystery the mystery is not a mystery a mystery is not
no mystery is finished let me tell you some things like pages end, or are turned but what is the mystery you tell me
Outside in this vein blood continues raining sunshine and so on . up on some mountain this image was not captured . thought i was inside the belly of the whale but i was on a train, dreaming i was sitting on this step writing i am looking at the garden, thinking
Being a lyric poet in the 23rd century is hard for every thought & feeling must be reported to the authorities. But down by the river, after dark I found this machine, floating. And no-one will ever know. Living underground, no-one knows.
so this must be time to keep going, keep going, not just going but this must be keeping
stories carry on from face to face but real life requires paper aeroplanes . Time folds. Replaced in the space that looks like a line . Believing is nothing i mean believing in nothing is nothing i mean believing in nothing is better than nothing. . No thing is more than nothing
There is no space I call my place but this space is home in your eyes
Two Spiders The spider on the left is in his corner The spider on the right is in his corner looking over its kingdom of window and web of opposite worlds over its kingdom, almost exactly the same completely different completely & different almost, exactly the shame about the error what error? never mind did you eat the fly
which one? the one i was saving for lunch no you sure? it was bob i’m bob i know it was you sorry about that it’s fine
Next whatever this is that i am here for no be quiet
The Muddle of the Weak going underground and noticing grandpa’s green jumper has been left by myself back out the way
The Past, I
there was I saw the future of my past in many ways I was there was I there come true
some dreams but not the ones you made up
On the page I am right here On the table there is yellow car Green beer is not tea on the table tennis ain’t squash
Part of elsewhere is today The words I am writing are within (the words I am writing) The book that is written in words too far To see
Being a spy begins at home which is why I questioned ‘home’ and home replied where are you where you are
It’s because I’m moving again (again)
another cake of life becomes a slice once you look at it the icing on the sea will be calmer from a distance
I could respond to your possibility with particulars but they would not be your particulars