These meridian lines are blurred by the time we see it clear
All these cigarette burns and coffee rings mark wasted minutes
And these explosive stereo revelations
blast us spun up in knots
Fishing for thought
In this cerebral sea of noise
Like fingernails on chalkboard
Scratching beneath the surface
Searing bloodshot scattered aftershock
This is written for W3
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I like this surreal piece of music you chose Matt and your poem is a great reflection🙌
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Matt, this one hits fast and gritty. I love how “explosive stereo revelations” punches through the haze of cigarette burns and coffee rings — the whole thing feels raw… Nice work, man.
~David
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hi, Matt❣️
Just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by our beloved Indira, is now live:
https://skepticskaddish.com/2025/12/03/w3-prompt-188-weave-written-weekly/
Much love,
David
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