I spent my day, like other days,
Copying and pasting
in varying parts and similitudes
The line between,
what was,
what I inject
Through the medium of my senses and body and what now is wavers according to perceptions, medium and context.
My intent continuously transformed by the variables,
my agency questionable at best.
I do, I am, somewhere, inextricable.
Change is all I know of being alive.
copy / paste
