My fingers crawl along the keys
Eleven words per minute.
My eyes chase letters
My fingers words
My heart stories
An alchemy
Time cannot measure.
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July 22, 2016 at 12:58 pm
louis phillips
alchemy, makes mind for science, its chemistry of memory. is life abrupt? it is. the nether part seated where you did. when your body knew. and love was a construction. a better place. when you knew one. formulating the fleshed advice of limbs, [and internal things, winding matter down, corkscrew gut a finite thing dancing just out of sight, left within the imagery of smell.] we have a hell, its still the other place. beyond, the fingers touch the word is…
July 25, 2016 at 2:59 am
Demet Divaroren
Thanks for sharing, Louis. An intriguing piece.