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Lights in the firmament--

// nevermind, new train incoming

i wrote those notes
to snitch that clew
and with my words
share mine with you
[butterfly room]

simple really
and so you might
then grasp that clew
and hold it tight
[what cold delight]

//
break in flow
incoming clew?
branching, endless undo
down to the per-keystroke
make changes with complete abandon!
forget messing up
backtrack anywhere-anytime
and start from there
but don't lose anything
(unless you want to)
and that thoughtpath you just left?
you can always get back to it.
change and stay the same
all in the same file
nbd. write. just begin.
//

//
still not back to poem, new train
[nudged by the Light]
and this... what i receive:
[the man]
vs
[the hand]
...
(i'm told:)
the path of man
is forward
through time
always striving uphill
harder better faster stronger
growing up
growing out
growing in between
murdering each other
does growth require blood?
what ways of growth
can YOU imagine?
...
(says they:)
the path of hand
the path of depth
is undefined re: time
through {eternity|infinity|allpossible|maximaginable|yond}
always guiding YOU
by cherished clew--
(rages an arrow straight into my heart:)
THEY DO NOT BELONG IN YOUR
CARELESS DIGITAL BARN
animal.
you take of us
thief.
then you drown us!?
Vévoda.
(calmer now -- instructive. urgent:)
and yet we give willingly
it is both of ours, our way
you honor us
in selection
but when you DO NOT PLANT
the seeds you collect
you murder us in dark.
(flashes through my mind:)
(whatever of the rest?)
((wither and die))
DO NOT TAKE and never shine
[suffocate in black wine]
...
(thrashing collapse upon me:)
ME.
i am the taker.
...
YOU.
you will die.
all will die.
you feel it, don't you?
[dread scapes of future]
[splitting at seams]
[battle plans lost in a desk]
[sailing forward into death]
Lights must shine.
share.
shine.
soon.
LET GO.
//

[that cold delight]
[dotted-line collapsing bounding box]
pull that thread
squeeze it to death
just a little bit tighter

...

// our ideas, once collapsed into expression:
// the hand can't {see|hear|receive|process|understand|sense} it
// if we do not share clews outwardly, with others
// ah: reverberate in others
// we are resonant bodies
// we give [ears to the ground]
// the hand can't guide without it.

// the purpose {of|in} our art:
// sounds the dread alarm
// through the primal body
// warns the depths -- communicates
// feel the art of others
// find understanding in it
// we know these pieces fit. \

// where we go from here:
// seek out new and strange and different art
// seek out what feels True to YOU
// {rise} your silent True reviews
// be a dead warning for our living
// they will gift us better clews
// for the things that are to come
// for the--
// time to prepare
// release our Balancing Acts
// stop collapsing here.