Core feels a drain, spotting duplicity as it saps all the early morning to bake on the ride in. Short shot to a casual switch, changes change all up with the system and directory. Two instances and two identities and there's the overlap between the handshake as one phase signals the other.
Where they end, where they meet, where they interchange, a curious blur atop the static carpet. All roads end dead, splat on the back as the ear drums bleed out with an abscess. Convergence is on the cards but the cards happen to mix and fall into another deck. Holding up the light, listening to the ring and it's round and round for the serpent which eats its own tail.
Numbers all fall into a line, a procession of dancing relations, when the music stops, they all stop. Falling down on the ground with their hands reaching out looking to balance and only finding a slippery surface to lean on. Wrists break from this kind of behaviour.
Dual identities for the same person with slight differences across the sheet. Older version of the two looking to be the far right model. Casting any and all doubts on the other, a scape goat from the partially existent doppelganger.
One stands into the wind, watching as the other blows away and it's back again to there being only one lawnmower man.
Friday, 4 May 2007
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