The infinite tragedy of resistance

The grain of wood

movement like the bands of Jupiter

All these things consolidate around mass

pulled into

drove on

then finally mocked

shunned

cast down

Babel and Noah

 

It comes from it

negative space

confines made by the infinite center collapsing out like a russian doll and reemerging from an even more precise 

moment

space

 

It drips like water

from all things

emanating

like a lion's head

like a fountain

 

A moment

an afternoon for respite in 

a woman with her daughter by a fountain

 

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