【SideNotes】Word Play

In which proxies make perfect In which happiness attack In which time warp secretly wraps up In which bed surfaces In which feet fingers, mouth fingers, tooth copy, chin hairs In which pushing boundaries to the edge of roads In which mindsets collide In which strings disentangle In which I sleep against confusions In which I sleep about nothing In which we rise in front of suns In which I confusify rain In which I gravitate away from my thoughts In which I grow my body in a coffee shop In which notions approached by distance In which halibut extra maybe In which well actually yes In which underunderstand and over spiced In which spice into and spice down to the wild In which rightfully wrong but leftfully right In which overdogged by underdogs In which bipolar bears are polarized In which warmer is warmerer than warmer In which triscuits are biscuit duplex In which everyone makes sense elsewhere In which collision as destinations for all In which hi stories In which proxies make perfect In which glaciest attack ice cream stores In which bipolarized depressive energy In which everything is a Yangmal because a thing is defined by boundaries out of nothing In which I feel like I’m a million of souls in a distant distance collapsing down to the present moment In which every sound is a chord In which memory is a map In which boundaries are not sufficient to define things