[Forgive me for sending through three missive-emails in two days (if it is even me who should be asking for forgiveness) — according to my rules, this has to go out! Another short one, this time only seven words. Even fewer words than the last’s twelve. From little cosmic missives to micro cosmic missives. Micro comic. I’m sure you will all appreciate the comedy and madness in the layers of this mini-missive’s story~structure. I’m not even 100% sure how to record pronounce it. I’m on (the) edge, laughing (and crying) — about time, about energy, about wounding, about wind; about pocketwatch movements and pinky fingers — and not alone~] Received 10/22/24 | 10:28 pm
Listen to the Recitation:
WOUND
Wound up
Wounded
Winding
the Clock
there's a kind of quantum superposition before it's pronounced aloud; i understand the quandry.