6 september

empty parking space paces the lot and chases the fullness - not an unringing phone could charge such stillness - powering up the mindfarm as the windmills wind up - toying with obscurity and what you'd do if you couldn't be where the others go - so easy to turn into but so slow the pullaway - even as an empty angle spins the compass from a clearknown point: this is where the otherness came up icy like a wall - never the same and anyway the picture was swell while it played