I snip roughly round edges of brightly coloured paper
Choosing in the instant
This shape, that hue.
The magazines have many colours in them
And the choices are deliciously arbitrary.
There are words as well, like beacons on a dream landscape:
New
Earth
Energy
I will later cut a bit more artfully and
Paste.
Remind myself of what
Joy looks like
Feels like.
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