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.