the bald man is trying too hard at
finding a play situation, when
there’s no attenuation
of play situations
all up and
all innit.
in these rocks: epochs of bounce and
happy. in this air: a
fanfair of
paws
and sunny.
he is looking for worlds and words that don’t
exist, fine-tuned the focus on the
tricking periphery, lost the
awestruck shock of this
frisking rockery.
he is absent from everything
including his find, he
is drunk on nothing
except his mind.
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