The semblance of flow, words in concert, tensing together and relaxing too. How the eye is hypnotised by the blocks, the lines cosy and hiding it from the blustering winds of the meaningless pixel. How short a life, to be gone so quickly, only to be known by the bottom feeders of the trove, only to become a small linguistic habit in a vaster mind.

Flight — leaving little. 

19/11/2022