This is a recording of one of my story: The DJ Navigator.
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The Shame of Competition
When I think of winning and losing
I tell myself
the result of horse races
between worlds
or single cities
erase other places.
The act creates
outsiders and nonoutsiders,
darkness–the other,
but
Zeno of Elea
knew the slowest of
us
would out-distance
our selfish attractions.
Risk
I must calculate
results of this erasure,
maximum, minimum.
I must calculate
to open my heart.
Recomplication.
A perfect plan
spoiled.
Empty travelers
at the station bar
bent on erasing
this city rain.
The “I” We Aren’t
“you,” are “my,” inner history.
Erase all consequences
returning to that zero moment.
investment without behavior concealed
no decision to define,
become.
there was no intention for
I was not called “I”
of the stream of time,
for a fraction.
