i keep my eyes on the ground
Your penumbra shimmers with small-print in Papyrus font, clarifications mostly, livefeed emotional updates, corrections in your shadow’s margins. Your shadow is a thought essay typed on the air, erased and rewritten by your every move, proposals stick-scrawled in the sand as the next wave licks its finger to flip the beach. For you, honesty is constant amendment: your stance shifts and new notes spool out from your feet – footnotes, revised, a body of dissolving documentation I try to speed-read fast enough to know you.
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