... Poetry like the body
extends the limit of its frame. I was just
reading over old emails between myself
and kari edwards. she says at one point
as we discuss the intentionality of entering
into an aporia, "human life is a bleep in
the evolutionary conundrum that we as
humans have applied meaning to and in
doing so, for the most part, do things that
are based on contemporary belief
systems that we attempt to maintain as a
sense of permanence or purpose."
Perhaps so, but I miss the humans.
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