art life

saved to
the great galactic cloud,
resting until reboot
with worries
about continuity
gone

because

if i die every moment,
i live in the next,
like some sentient flip book
animated and anticipated
by whomever looks my way;
and while every frame
is silent and still,
together they are art.
it’s the motion that matters.

fin.

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