grace, gaia, gestalt

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i found the spot at the intersection of 1000 feet and 4 kilometers
but the truth is you won't be able to Garmin it.

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god was simply riffing on Heisenberg's namesake yesterday afternoon -
like Oscar Peterson playing with flat threes and grace notes in lines that fold in on themselves and take your breath away.

the best i can do is pull it over the dateline onto the Muse's tableau here, perfectly backlit and ready any time you want to come back for another visit:

ant-tilled golden baked forest soil;
all bridges but one redundant by drought - waiting, for October rains.

three of gaia's children - shadow, echo, and reflection, loping back and forth over the arch, taking turns wearing, and being worn, by the others:

shadow, wearing a cape of echoes and top hat of reflection;
reflection, suspendering shadow over echoe's torso;
and impossible Matryoshka variations bleeding and feeding into each other in Dali-esque perfection

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i found the spot at the intersection of 1000 feet and 4 kilometers
but the truth is you wouldn't *want* to Garmin it

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for chaining vision to space and time only profanes the refrain of grace, gaia, and gestalt
a lit aeration that in the end is just another pointer to god.