movement holding
immobile between moments,
dissolving edges
circle a choice
not to be 'smart.'
compelled by exile to concentrate
without interpretation -
every sound indicating
no thing rising from no where:
the burning waste from a star's collision,
rocks compressing small deaths into fossils
and it all brushes full against my flesh
which doesn't exist
past the distance
between each vibration.
every line, reverent.
landscape's forbidden manuevere
through assymetry, conjuring beauty
in stark absence of classic measurement.
an event horizon: so constant, and so
just beyond reach of my synchopated fingerprints.
birthmarks - skin deep;
the long, unfamiliar
privacy of my
own skin.
