Shredded paper pictures – do your best on this Rorschach test - we're only watching to witness what it is you make — what three pieces of abandoned trees, create — then, compost the art, as fiber fill – freeze the frame in image, still

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We close our eyes as the end of summer breeze blows by; nothing today but clear blue skies

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What gobbledygook we took and whatnot, too so flummoxed with malarky, bamboozled by you

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ıʄ ơŋƖყ ɛ۷ɛཞყ ɬყ℘ɛʄąƈɛ ῳɛཞɛ ą ʂɛƈཞɛɬ ℘Ɩąƈɛ ῳɧɛཞɛ ℘ơɛɱʂ ɠơ ɬơ ʂƖɛɛ℘ - ı'ɖ ℘ơıŋɬ ɬơ ɬɧɛ ʂ℘ąƈɛ ῳɧɛཞɛ ῳơཞɖʂ ཞųŋ ɖɛɛ℘

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Running fingers along the edges of bark and roots of the forest, early morning flower petals yawn in numbers and open in sequence, prints of inhabitants paw the dirt, each track another magic trick of mathematics

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I can't find words for poems like these anymore for there's nothing I can give you that's not infected with the politics of malice; Not deeper analytics, just sheer ballistics of incompetence, numbers from a world gone awry

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if the moon were balloon ...

we'd be more wary of astroids and space debris, of satellites and rocket ships and tying knots so tight they'd never leak

we'd never let go of the string, perhaps, and only sing of moments lost to imagination

the mind, as space station

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Is it late in summer already she asks as we wander the path of the botanical garden and wonder what it was like in spring when all was in bloom in full color now that all is beyond the moment of exposure and I replied yes

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Words, or Art, or What?

Such canvas collects gestures, of fingers fusing text to image, and image to text

We read this in ways we can't imagine, turning heads for eyeing swoops, dots and staggered lines

as undetermined possibilities that not even the artist knows for sure whether

Words, or Art, or What

— for #ds106 about Asemic Writing https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Asemic_writing

Begin at the edges and fold your way in, finding center (along dotted line) before folding the long way out (along creased line) so that wings and beaks and message collide at corners' ending

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