paper takes over from grease
wet stones give way to sand
coded and seated in place
drifting right out of my hands
Tag: code
poem: sentences sent up in bursts
sentences sent up in bursts
clad in symbols, all
thanks to the code of a corps I can’t comprehend
charity and compromise
charity and compromise and bittersweet connections
seeking someone something somewhere
somewhen
some con codin’
up an interface of inner space
dubbed media-tation
quiet down the mind with endless chatter you’re not making
Logan Bright — Works 