picture by Giulian Frisoni spiral black dry hands in heavy rain and art that makes sense spiral black dry hands i feel them cuz they're mine "what's not to like" you say that a lot and your art

A degree of freedom dissolving what we are and nothing has crystallized soft, fluent and nothing to hold on to meta and rigid in my thoughts Freedom for now as it is, as we are and nothing to intervene

there's nothing like darkness it sucks me in and forces me to write there's nothing like inertness it's inspiration's despite I can take a drink and a dive get lost, grapple and thrive I can wring a thousand