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Suffering from a virus, the perception of too much to do, wet weather and the feeling of becoming translucent, I wrote this...


Stop
Switch off
Log in, to a new space
Enter the password; permission
Hear the hard disk whirring, see the lights flicker
Open space.
What is the icon for this place?
A blank sheet, a question mark, a cross?
Be, here. Not do.
Allow order to arrange itself, while you are not watching.
Focus instead elsewhere,
To your heartbeat
From faint or racing …to rhythmical.
Feel the expansion
Of physicality, of possibility, of eternity.
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