angst cycle (iii)
[J] (i)

now there’s clear
i can see again
i can see a cold and distance place
but i can see again

but clear between the vision
are motes
white motes
distributed chaotically
white motes
spreading or dispersing
i don’t know

the distant and cold place
is not a place i want to go
yet we always do






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