Bremer Acosta

3033:

Born from
the wet
tar of
industrial
lungs,
nights of
refugees
shivering
huddled
in domes,
looking out
of windows in windows
at a smear
of horizon,
their eyelids twitching
until they rub them
with their fists
like
flies were writhing
inside their pupils

In the spring,
they breathe in
a yellow…

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From the texts of Alan Watts and Philip K. Dick

All change

takes place in

eternity.

There is no

past, present, and future,

There is essentially timeless

static.

Time is a transformation,

metamorphosis;

invisibly

overlapping realms

of secret

possibility

from no clearly understood

cause.

The immediate now

is the flowing

music

from the infinite

multitude of

lines and

surfaces,

colors

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