Outside the Within
By E.S. Wynn
Bend your mind beyond thought, and it tastes like granite. The teeth freeze, darkness behind the eyes. MEAT CHAUVINISM, she says, but she is just a voice in your head. Why give her credence? Any special treatment? We don’t trust those who know for certain. They cannot see, can’t talk. Belief comes from concrete survival on paper, sweaty handgrasp touch. Light and memory slip through seizeknuckled fists.
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E.S. Wynn knows that, no matter how you look at it, nothing matters beyond the moment. In the moment, everything matters.
By E.S. Wynn
Bend your mind beyond thought, and it tastes like granite. The teeth freeze, darkness behind the eyes. MEAT CHAUVINISM, she says, but she is just a voice in your head. Why give her credence? Any special treatment? We don’t trust those who know for certain. They cannot see, can’t talk. Belief comes from concrete survival on paper, sweaty handgrasp touch. Light and memory slip through seizeknuckled fists.
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E.S. Wynn knows that, no matter how you look at it, nothing matters beyond the moment. In the moment, everything matters.
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