non fiction is fiction by mindgallery
Like the forward momentum of strangers who never
knew each other but always
presume
fiction / nonfiction, who gives a shit the
world turns round the sun then
rises when the sun
sets
and then there’s everything
in-between
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the water spins swirling over
my submerged
memories
laptops desk jobs magic
catalogues appeared
and
then i was
standing
mindgallery
This is a fairly recent mindgallery poem (late 2017 maybe?) but I think it just might make my Top 10 “Best of” list for the Brooklyn Missed Connections. And the photo is pretty top-notch too.
