Conceptually I take

My life

Pull it thru

Noise of existence

Dragging over

Nails hammered

Into walls

Of perception

Third dimension

Squeezed in just one

That lasts

In blink of eye

My life is a

Form of art

That past

Copies into presence

Frame by frame

In slow motion

Taken in

Hyper color

Full high density

Turbo charged

Over single peace

Of magnifying glass

That I look true

In that

Picture frame

Is everything

That I need

To complete

Another turn

Of existence

That competes

With emptiness

And void

Of empty

Weightless space

In which

Above my head

Pendulum hangs

That in every

His move

Judging my


Just a dot

On paper


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