23 Feb 17

part cyborg for the day
the first sun of biotherapy
in the fight for my human freedom

a day filled with hyperaesthesia
tuned to the new and strange
of tubes and beeps and hang bags

the day started in Cagean white light
a massive, mute, amorphous fog
flattening the morning sun to no dimension

as I approach a place with no shadows
whatever time that space holds for me
whatever durées might be lived

quodlibet tempus

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