Monday, April 17, 2017

balancing books




The Undo is the indecide, I choose 
never to go there.
I make, instead,
no excuses.

Shortcuts were his favorite for efficiency 
                                           and displaying his mastery.
I liked the long drawn hand kind 
                                           subject to blur and bruise.
(only delete
favorite button, hot or not
spaceback neverwas 
I may erase even you
neverwhere) -white out-


This is the Upside.

Black blends in.

The downside-
no middle ground
                              or bridge
connecting view between the two
of i to I.

Look (t)here, 
describe what you (would like to) see
outside of inside, it comes 
mismatched but attached-
I pick up the left-overs 
this phenomenon called an ex-
ample of symbiosis.

We refill empty with each other
to persist we insist 
on forget.

As the zero is to one,
nothing (t)here without
love
in redshift.

Painting by Jacob Jordaens [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

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