you may enter the next moment as you please.
you are your own machine & you own the format in which you breathe:
look up and see how, through the noise and
are machines making making all
of the dreams which any one may dream pass through your eye and
which, you becoming becomes
the dream that is yours and yours alone awaits your eye like a thumbprint in the pie.
as read only knowing knowing no no something—
you are your own machine & you are a dead line sustaining & sustained by a fresh
a year ago today, something beautiful got
stuck and how.
you may return to the previous moment never.
you are your own machine & your machine updates on the fly.