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Something I forgot I was working on 😀.

"Waves that sound like raindrops that sound like pages being flipped that sound like night driving that sounds like the hum of a silent television elsewhere in the house—the god that visits you is every white noise, supersaturated order at your perceptual periphery" --@ctrlcreep

PSY so H2O.

"Poverty Gulch

The light that is cast from an amber bead
makes me believe in Poverty Gulch
and Busted Flats, in seeds of trauma

and saltwater saunas, in Little Books
and Black Canyon, in Paradox Valley
and Mendicant Mountain, in brokers that broker

and ogres that ogre, in self destruction
and getting sober. From mala beads
discovered in a Chevy Impala

to Joe Cocker haunting the halls
of Crawford to the stories delivered
from the open heart’s chamber

I’ve come to believe holy are
these winds blowing through Whitewater."

--Wendy Videlock in Terrain

"...art makes us feel at a depth beyond the reach of our conscience."