Deeper
deeper
into the ocean of blue programs,
sometimes a land of terrestrial glitches can be found.
It’s untouchable,
it’s only your own.
We can be there if we can think truly about being there…
In the deepness
the nova grows,
the pull deviates
and you start seeing beyond the given time.
I have seen my shares of memorable things,
things that make you stop the car at freeways
and wonder,
but to be able to experience an individual consciousness still makes my bones dance in summer glee.
And individuality sustains only inside this big damn skull.
The wilderness of this perishable and insignificant existence makes it vulnerable to outside.
Protect it,
if you have got there.
Even if it means
to be killed everyday,
to have no glory,
to be impenetrable for the matters of tamed ways.

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Photograph: Craig Hull.