listen for dust

 

 

I walk
to taste used text

feeling spaces
soliciting phantom sound

shimmering, splashing
flowing against the grain

the beautiful tough is not lost
in past shadow lines

the source can change in an instant
free falling to enter bent grace

you know the fragile order of things
is not pretty, not neutral

[so] dig up caution, segue into the wonderland
and listen for dust

 

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Today I started working with some of my random files (words I’ve photographed with my phone camera & gathered since June 18, 2014). These words were ones that simply caught my attention, even if I wasn’t out intentionally text walking. They form a kind of miscellaneous gathering of bits — moments from various days over the past few years, when something just snagged my mind or caught my eye — and thus they became a part of my growing random files.

I’ve decided to post what I wrote from some of those words today, even though this feels very much in process at this point.

 

(Tuesday, March 21, 2017)