| risking_wrong | ||
| ever dumbening |
each day a thrown pot— wedge center open pull shape— each day an adventure formed by attachment by avoidance by mindfulness. and sitting with this spinning wheel which sits on this spinning wheel my hands form only what they can. strings of days, then, become accidental series of sorts. vision leads for a while until what is takes over—the clay is back in charge. mistakes are not and nothing is thrown away, not even the wet slump of fallen, for the hands saw something there even if even if only even damn. each day a thrown pot, a risk. ~~~ and even in this there are holes |
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