“How to face
What hath not a face
Nor tongue
To speak of”*
In the anticipation of the closing of the walls are the
longest moments… is the most acute objectivity… the most steady blank of a
raving paranoia. Perception alters
course in the confinement of real activity, tied to the transience of a concept
as each slight change compresses time into a perpetual density of moment.
Day in, day out, the days are long, the light short, the
hesitation creeping in the shadows of this anticipation. Imagining to be abreast a world of the
ceaseless immigration of thought, a globalized soul swooning in the silence of
the infinite… without a body direct to give image, and without a language to
translate its intensity.
Alas, this moment long lasting is a pending epitome… can
feel it vetting at the fingertips some residue might detonate our boundless
freedom, though at the moment rather tied to an architecture of concept in the
enterprise of diving light.
Dive… dive… thy ancient wings are spent. The glass apple is ilusión.
Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com
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