chalk on a black floor
lines in a circle
a web of squares, triangles, rectangles
corners to be smudged, smudging
grey appears when one moves from black to white from white to black. it rubs on you. you have changed and so has the floor you have trodden. a mutual relationship.
I have been told:
a possession transformation thesis and antithesis
a calmer repose and a crazy thing
if you make a ritual of sitting I sit with you
hamlet or his girlfriend
little girl in a garden everything new
it is inviting I wonder clear
the numbers have gone, good
gotta grow expand breathe with the man (but I liked you out of breath!) (but with the song it is too much) perhaps working against what you have made. levels of becoming.
the snake is a means to an end. but the moon. ah, no one has seen the moon...
the 21st is a full moon. that is a sign.
