Well-flung...
because flung from the deep Well...
and well-tangled as well…
all that long-gestated intuition...
brought to bear in a momentary fling...
a singular yet composite motion...
who knows what it would take? ...
the scrim of letters rendered in stark black & white...
a freeze-frame of what was flung...
from the railing of a mezzanine
Are you throwing popcorn from the mezzanine again, Denis? I like your graphic
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Excellent and unique...