@HeliosPi@neuromatch.social
On the peripheries.
Towards the receding
horizon: freedom.
Or -- just -- be-yond!
Parallels.
Not homo sapiens,
"those who believe".
We be living on Earth together right now, yet
Digital portrayals re-present reality,
but a wind gust
Imagines now and --
(An mirroring opening mouth eating the present.)
Placetime, bro.
Oh multitude of human worlds!
To see is being seen
And vice-versa.
Strangers in cars,
quickly
loud sounds!
My revelry,
Interupting facades
spiralling voids
Hey, there you are,
I recognize you,
in passing.
I couldn't think of what to say,
So, good fortune to you.