a broken symmetry
the half-quotation mark
a question not yet asked
the moment taken out of context
nothing returns from whence it came
only an expansion outwards
remaining distinct or in dissolution
blending in time
now
torn from many directions
a flag is raised in surrender
a look of beige vacancy
passes between us
how would you color this cloth?
what emblem should it carry?
what is it’s motto?
the truth [...]
Callousness betrays a scar
where once was a point of contact
now grows a buffer, a thickening
around experience, a heavy lens
to divert the light
and bend to a more comprehensable shape
no longer merely what is
but what we want it to have been
or nothing at all
the only reason there is memory
is because we are here.
it never happened,
only in so much as it is happening now.
i am alive
ruled by gravity
my every thought and action
carried out according to the clock
the micropulsations of the sphere
north to south and back again
vibrate though the portal
at the top of my skull
pass though me
fanning out, then
funneling back [...]
