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Imprisoned carbon in bamboo screams, splitting vertically along gravity.
Imprisoned carbon screams, green color intensifies.
Carbon screams again, replaced by a slightly lighter color.
Still not done screaming, black color becomes rain due to gravity, it is the black color that is only allowed for carbon.
There is no place for ripe bamboo in a five-sensory sterile urban living space, but it paints the end face with artificial purple, breaks in there, and the bamboo screams in a liminal space.
White salts grew and gathered.
My world went counterclockwise, entholopically.
White salts grew and went up.
My world went counterclockwise, gravitationally.
Appearance of white tickled heavenly body.
Sky laughed. I danced.
Space between sky and I become slack.
Flow to a few year's future of mine waver.
CRACKED WEIGHT, 2023
cracking weight
oozing gravity
entropy is increasing
as I am
I moved my foot, I found a solid
It perfectly matched the shape of my foot
I moved my foot, a solid vanished
A solid should have existed
A solid existed only for me
Move my foot, a solid
Move my foot, nothing, a void only for me
My solids and voids are interesting and I keep walking
Thousands of solids and voids
Fall
I am relieved tired feet
Generation of an another solid for my back
Eyebrows say
This is sky
At dusk when gravity changed into the wind, the wind hit our cheeks. As I lift my chin in the quirk of smelling the dusk, my nose hit the raindrops. I suppose the raindrops will scatter and change into the rain. And then, gravity will leave here, carried away by the wind.
GRAVITY, 2022