the grind of

bifurcated tanka

bifurcated mind
•distortion•static•white noise•
nails rasp on chalkboard
the grind of plate tectonics
looping endless in my head

“Where are we running to, those of us who are so still?”

— Ida Vitale / Byobu

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About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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