World Building Game

art

I wrote sort of a poetry world building engine.

The site… The repo.

I messed up my neck or I messed up my head. I stood in wu ji to become the open vessel.

Outside my window I saw a rock. A sturdy rock. How lucky was I to see this beautiful rock! I am this rock… smooth and sturdy and solid and so old.

As it turns out I was contorted

My body settled into its unconscious posture

my line of sight changed

and NOW I see a branch

it twists with a white belly

it sprouts asymmetrical protrusions

A big twig really

I want my rock!

Desire

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