Written On A Magic Screen
The screen is magic.
When I write words on it,
they become what the words represent.
You see what the words mean, like in an
oral culture where the descriptions spoken
are as if the speaker was seeing the actual
events unfolding in front of him
as he speaks.
What looks like words are trees, meadows,
horizons of fields, even what is infinite.
It’s in code, like the Matrix, like DNA.
Never lost in the void because the void
never stopped it to begin with.
It just arose….that’s right,
it just arose like your Aunt Mabel and
her tulips. Like your life where did it
come from and why are you so terrified
of not knowing?
Don’t worry, little one…..
don’t worry.
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