Tricky prepositions

Beyond the self… —the gap worlds back,
between the gaps the world holds back.

Beyond the world our animal logicks break down, things return into commodity and wisps of structure that complexity machines back into possible worlds of meaning and care, but does so without holding some target in mind, until you return, worried about the holes in your sock, and the god in your pocket.

Poetry on a worlding theme

Crossposted at substack.com