a dropped
hint shatters & scatters; a slow
blue time a dirk hidden in one moment the stall they flow thru events with
possible not actual sight time grows you see that heavy fabric dance in the
actuarial glance flip to the dome caving in a few steps into evening with
misspelled waiting & finicky non-beginnings continue to not begin a loop
spins outside you even if you’re out of the loop plans on blue paper slink
behind hours and a city stays unimagined as it grows for developers not development
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