Ian Hatcher

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Let's look at flower

You never wanted to hear this. It is
somewhere unimaginable, light streaming through every inch of your being.

I too have seen illustrious girls circulating peacefully.
Their lucid bodies moving home, opening up in the night
According to physics , this is a sign from higher powers that you don't know me from Adam

My sins committed in the tunnel of fantasy eats away at my sanity.
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On occasions this poem is read live as a performance. In these events, the poem is projected on a screen and the audience is invited to edit the text while it is read aloud repeatedly. A loop of feedback forms as the audience takes uncertain control over its collective voice.

— Ian Hatcher / ianhatcher.net