somewhere between

somewhere between
san francisco
and st. louis,
the hours
dissolve into
sky, mechanical
wings tow
the night, heart
learns
to be taut
.
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2 comments

    • yi-ching lin

      hi, CJ, that’s an interesting way to put it… your latest post has inklings of this as well. when “life [feels] pointless,” every data point you collect is a point! (smile) good luck on your 365!

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