Typical Berlin (dirty) hotel window self portrait

For capture alone
When that pinhole opens up

To swallow
Every ounce and inch of light it can

Sent away hungry
Always hungry, famished

There's math in that --
For a back and forth between glass
Like a game of pong or tennis on tables

The illusion of self always ingesting
Where there might be solid state
There is also breakage

Tubes making waves
Tiny incidents pitching fit

Until all breaks loose
In the form of a smile

Invented in melt
Integrated, crystalline
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3.3.11