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By Sam Flot

I’m spread thin and wide

Five finger hands on the outside

Skin ‘til midnight and eyes that open

Patterned from not knowing

Any other way

A collaboration of concomitant factors

Squarely consolidated inside me

I’m constantly zooming in on details

Reviewing causal input

Headphones broken down

Listening to environmental surrounding sounds

I’m taking in ever changing illusionary metronome

Talking and walking walls

Selecting from pieces of algo-rhythm printed out

On dot matrix paper tapering off the

Page selected to be the ink’s recipient

Home is the place you left

Home is the place to which you will return

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