I killed
I killed
a bug
ended a
possibility
for good
:- Doug.

Holomovement
is our sea
we are already
drops in the ocean
frantically trying to enforce
our thin membrane
ephemeral each
eternal waves
dance
with the wind and light
among we are
:- Doug.
Listen via your eyes
Hear through your mouth
Talking,
Open Tunnels
From others to you
:- Doug.
Please don’t ask if I learned anything. Instead ask if I invented anything.
:- Doug.
Mind silent, hears
Hearing converses
Traverses direct and winding tunnels
:- Doug.
Green fire!
Prophetic voices
Drippings
—Justice and Hearing
Sprout along the way
Becoming mighty trees
In days, in our days
:- Doug.
We may not have to keep pushing uphill for ages. It may be that introducing an attractive novelty can first muddle the existing system, then send it into destabilizing creative chaos, then help it orbit a new organizing center—all in a virtual instant. Not a seed, an attractor.
:- Doug.