it's not quite a page is it?
the subjectivity of a blog page
's not identical to a print one
nor a repeated word
the same flunction
nor the dumb ass
hair of a word
nor the wood
not the the thing
seen nor heard
but perhaps greater
i dont mean true or real in some platonic ideation or any reactive criticisms coming from that strain of thought...
i mean there's something about the creation in the moment of a poem a text, as its called...
Oh wait i have to go the phone just rang! i have to go!