It Will Get Lighter

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

in a post. I want to be remembered

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

Better Lift

It Will Get Lighter

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting