the hills of sydenham and the jittery willow between us & the block of flats shaped like a ship
conspire to make it feel like this little flat i view it from is just a floating box
like that game demo i played where the world had been shattered into pieces bar a train track that wound through groundlessness
& my avatar flung out a grapple hook to reel in debris for crafting and other little-god things
when you live above the ground does that make the floor beneath your toes a kind of ground?
the smallness of this box no longer sinks my spirit for the world beyond it seems so ungraspable
and yearning for a bigger floating box is just another form of grasping
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