distant worlds

Neocities.

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unborn unbirthed undead undying eternally unbirthing but that doesnt quite translate right, it's difficult to find the proper word for this thing, an uphill upstream sisyphean battle and you know salmon will follow the fields, that field, beautiful unified dipole, to the figurative non- ends of the literal Earth and yes, they're falling to entropy when the source swallows them whole, *finally*, stars, do you think they feel relief? after clawing limb- less (not quite, but an approximation is never out of order) against gravity, fluid dynamics sluicing shorn fins over countless isocontours -- no, they're perfectly quantifiable -- to the extent that a precise position necessitates fuzziness around the momentum, the something like resistance to inertia 1914, st. petersburg, yakov perelman draws two misshapen spheres and they almost look like eyes and i don't know who yakov perelman was or anything else about this but i remember that it was in st. petersburg even though i didn't put that in the filename anyways, of course i know about lowell's channels about the captivation of these distant worlds the depth of the angles is lost on me; lost on endless photocopier artefacts and that particular neat grid with the faintest spaces between, dot matrices, maybe? i'll admit i'm not sure, but in any case it recalls the nostalgia of old science fiction for certain and the white specks on the background -- data loss, probably, visual static -- reminiscent of space through a camera lens so in this way art imitates life though i can't see much else but a towering wireframe in this, piercing the underbelly of negligible atmosphere i'm not sure if they knew about that in 1914. also re: prev poem, i know this is supposed to be showing the channels on the surface of mars, at least im p sure it is, but i rly cannot see anything other than a polyhedron esque megastructure when looking at it. the patho brainrot is . so severe