Feel forward
We stand
on each other's shoulders
we communicate
in generated
tongues - we multiply
understandings. still there are
ghost of subjectivity
between us - we are
several dimensions:
mise en abyme
What
are we but fiction? Imagining, stealing stories to life. Will we ever find
heaven on earth, alone or together? – I do not know. I walk like a ghost or a
black cat stuck in this space between. I am an observer. And I am the observed. Simultaneously. Sometimes my claws and
teeth will flea you merciless. My pen is black, I give
back bark and skin and distance. I am a media for words. Ocean and
moon, and the tide is rhythm yet still storms of silence and roaring. I hear everything, I hear the
song of the sirens in every man. Souls singing so sadly, stuck in this prison of
reasoning. They don't even know that they are the living dead. They don't even
know that we have parallel worlds between us. I am just: an eye, I am just: an
ear, I am just: skin and water and blood that streams inside out - outside in.
I am just: the smell of dust and flowers and salty rain from ancient times. I am
just: what I feel. Detached from origin. I am no God, I am only every man and
woman. I am a paradox.
