21 twenty times already and something even more eternal before that

and the distance-catchers. (who are they?)


A triangle as tall

as the rain has to fall.


(in brackets) does that mean

they are caught in this, too?

does It mean

this cannot be caught, either?


there is us

hand-tied until

we have learnt

how to fly


If only the weather                    more                                      Something clearer

could be worn                             comfortable                         than this hole

like a tie                                        lasso                                      in my face


First place is everything on time


And that exactly to ask what of happiness of being happy

hands-free signal of meaning different from meaning

of happiness

in the thoughts of that which

is not happy


“that which is”

witch of Which, again

which spares the middle;


the mean cuts

more than it enjoins


I might enjoyn-ow

but then, the same time of time as before

what time is it “then”?

and half of the time

so at least half of everything else.


As wide as a rectangle of sleep.


Contender two                         whence                               and even in the

for worst                                    all                                        spillage of all

defender of                               distinction                          things into one

history mystery                       religious                              another,


it probably did not have to get as bad as me being as bad as myself


but really

who really



The distance catchers.

who are They?


Hole whole symmetry.

It probably.


the first page has been unicorn

Salting over things peppercorn

All very forlorn

Most of the time,

so pretty much all of the time.


A variety of rainbow

made up from part-visions

of a suspected unified existence

but not yet seen all-in-one.


The Greater things are born

of either scorn, porn or bore-dom

(not-one-but-two is such a beautiful fucking whore)

therefore, there are no greater things [sic]


Just peppering

which does not get justice

but perhaps for-gets justice

witch I fail to understand

which might be the point

of the triangle or the rain


does not get jusTice: but spiCes: Up sensation


parameters of unicorn self-justification


unicornification of self-same parameters


like a rhythm to be found inside a proper shuffle

(in brackets)


the distance to be caught

is the measurement of all distance catching,

until we learn flight


everything in sun-dye


the whole of the hole in my face


the hole of the whole of my face


symmetry probably


if only it could be drawn on

as the weather draws on

the water

to walk and talk

at the same time


You see it now, do you not?

Something in between; something missing

Tied hands, bloodshot eyes, sky of a fire



But again, not quite.


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