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Saturday, July 22, 2017


I stole the future, and stuffed it into a sack of visions

I wandered through the webs of time, careful as a spider


I wove strings of possibilities, each lighted thread a snare

I hid in truth’s shadow, orbiting the event horizon


I shut my eyes against the dark, and I whispered to the void

While I slipped beyond the veil of knowing

Unbecoming I

Given at the New Shit Show Minneapolis
Tatterwood Gallery


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