when the fall becomes the leverage
stephie wrote upsidogi drew l danced
upsidogi moves out of the dust of the rotating sphere
glimpses the pattern hears the rhythm and walks down the slowly trampled path
again.
a yawn a stretch a howl
upsidogi turns the page and sees a photo which saw glass and light which saw white linen hung to dry in the mountains. upsidogi saw a white flag surrendering.
we are through the war indeed that kill those killings that was a war which lasted our whole ego
all of our recorded years but twenty and one a war of-by-for humanity
to its end
surrender
to-for-each other
upsidogi floated-shook-quaked through a ripple today
a stephie-ali-ripple
upsidogi tries to keep up to record and remembers to just be
still
floating
back soon
we got this
xx
upsidogi