(just diddling where I'm temping this week)
an exceeded body
nodes
subnodes
internal links
a map of possibilities
on an ocean of connections
can I write in this
dislocated place
remember
a sky swept
blue by clouds
non-sequential hypertext
departures & links
pixelated pages
of information
on randomly
connected
topics
a web of links
an abundance without
any centre to hold it
but my inclination to anchor
Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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