For its birthday I give GodShampoo a fortune reading

I open and let pass through without leaving a film, the turning turns upwardly, i let it, going to let it,

could be less tidy, less edited, more frequent, there is, after all, writing every day.  every, every day.  Let here be the gyroscopically-balanced admixture of known and unknown, written and published and read, only the unspoken goes unscathed.

I let Machine take us back a week or so, in this fashion

Lookie already preparations are under way, and i hear you, Machine I do, always something new.  Lest mastery be achieved.

Clearly the tunnel isn’t working, it was supposed to let everything pass through without sticking.

I return to a meditation on just the light.  It generates its simple message again, and this time I apprehend it before I make anything of it. ‘ What are you creating?’  That way I can really ask