dear spring and mercury

things are coming at me and going before i even notice.
can we get retrograde.
finish one thing before the next freaking freak comes to town.

hang around. hang out. there is an art to these things, and I am ultimately distracted. I don't consider my position unique. I don't consider where I have been when I go to a new place. I only want attention. The details are just another distraction. When do I get the pay off. When do I stop borrowing from an unknowable and untangible future? Is this my culture, or is it me?

If the outcome of certain things are measurable does that have any relavance to my ability to show you the way to change?

What I do know is that the layers of my being are reduced and built at a rate unknowable.

Chemistry is magic and vice and versa.
the conspiracy against me and you is self contained and international.

Moirae

Variations in measurement

overlay
overlay bind me

it is finished
i am released
the double edge sword cuts itself