11:55 pm and with 28% Battery

Sometimes my poems just seem like journal entries

Long winding

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Everything always seems to start with overlappings

Nothing really there

Until one after another

Piled up

2-d images don’t exist here

we cant imagine them

but sometimes I do

And I imagine they are the first existing layer

Of anything

Really!

Really. Of anything

Just like the outline

The one hundred percent

Verified

Two-dimensional outline

And when you change your angle

Even the slightest bit

Whatever it is disappears

Because that’s physics, punk.

Anyway

Eventually

Overlaps and overlaps later

Something exists

Maybe a dog

A tree

I don’t know

Books, words

Strawberry rhubarb pies

And eventually

The world is built

Round and round and round.

Now don’t let me lose you here

But

The world

Once

Was probably a single un-overlapped two-dimensional thing

And can you imagine that.

6/4/2015

Riley Welch