the ever shortening length of safe distances
i am a wall not tall enough to make me safe
searching for the missing top of a mountain
a ship too long to turn in a river
only showing malevolent symptoms of mobility
disappearing through infinite iterations
i do it and it does me
the fun of choosing fleeting states to orient you

recursive narratives rarely meet
he was the shaking of a chair
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