9/9/10

Life is Full of Vanishing Acts (notes)

Finally, the body evacuated the wait as hour and light collide into event

A sunbeam is only dust cottoning onto the dawn

That which warms the frame is rarely the eye's horizon

The senses as interface when articulation folds

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  1. Travis9/10/10, 8:29 AM

    Thank you for bringing the concept of "cottoning onto" back into my life!

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