Foam sits churning
At the edge of nowhere
No signs mark the place
No arrows or strings
Will lead you there
If you see it
It’ll be too late
You’ll become part
Of this foam
Sitting at the edge
Of nowhere
THE FOAM
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What a powerful metaphor for the trappedness just short of complete dissolution in both words and image.
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HASTY – A lost un-place
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