Shaking out
like dirt on a rug.

This is what you do to me.
You make me crazy;
wild and uncontrollable.

And now I need to expel
every instance of your laughter.
Textuality is my medium of choice.

Raw forms and structures;
binary streams; digits rolling over,
never adhering to an order.

You cause such chaos.

And the chaos you cause
is more brilliant than the sun
at mid day.

You take my breath away.

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