Less is more, I would like to see the equation that proves that nothing isn't everything then, my right arm braces my jaw and trembles like a telephone pole in a thunderstorm, in spite of its muscle, in spite of the secret reasons it's so much bigger than my left. The whole town is a grid, where we are is just a convergence of an x and a y, but where we are is obscured by time, a trajectory x, a y in motion. X for a mysterious interloper, y for and and y for why? Heisenberg said if we know where it is, we don't know where it's going, and vice-versa. As far as I understand it. But I'm uncertain. If we could just map all the x's and y's, or better yet their trajectories, to know where they are going, and what forces lie in wait to alter their speeds, directions. I want the geography, like green felt for grass, like a weather eye to the vacuum tube, the box fan, the watering can. I control the storm. The storm trembles like my right arm. The storm gets weak in the knees. There's lithium in the waters. That which heals kills, chokes. More is less.
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