the body, no longer stable, folds into a nomadic mode of existence. inaccessible to any definition it folds, into a move- ment, into an amorphous
legion of intensity,
where all
form comes
undone.
Become a horizon.
I know it sounds absurd,
but become what you
have always been—
an end point
unto the self, both what you reach for and what you know.
Even when concealed
or eschewed,
become again
the vast
r e a c h i n g
plateau of everness
that always extends (that never ends), that reaches
and is.
This is what you are:
ceaseless,
a point of reference to each other, and
your self.
If you are reading this If you can sense your
body,
become a horizon.
[sound on]
immanent absence;
perpetual undulation.
floating, pulsed time, planes
of perception,
surrender.
it waves without precision. no routine constricts its form.
no impulse of its own defines it. it is loose.
it spells surrender. it makes no sound audible to human ears.
yet there is an equation waving on the rim:
coordinates that dictate; influence
that inspires tension—