Poise & Finesse Will Carry You Through
. . . . . a lever falling into place as a switch, limitations between our understanding of one another; no one may know what kinds of conversations we have within, echoing one another infinitely, spinning across the many billions of forum posts and web pages, seeing what can be seen, setting up a game of comparisons: a net for catching the intersection of states –
. . . . . flipping and catching the ruler, one finds that things look different from the different ends. The ends of the scale, while a seamless whole, give disparate images. The Whole of Life transcends, the Particulars of Life opinionate & form reality tunnels; chaos is not the quarter of it: falling into silence while each to themselves reiterated that to each his own & it takes all kinds, additionally there was a rain of nerves & Nerve as The Horde Within attempted to hang the weight of the world on your efforts. Yet our world has never been thus or so, so in time, in the area of intelligence, rumors, word-on-the-street, & signcraft, we got prepared. Even now, in shade of gloaming shadow, our Speaker of Signals & Portents wends his path through your small island city. Do not look for him, he shall find you; – & in a manner most unwired and unready, you may be sure –
. . . . . the collection of different types of emptiness was impressive in its compactness; infinite variance, yet altogether fitting in a back pocket. In aping the rhetoric of others, one accrues signifiers one never intended, while by following the feet before you, one winds up places wholly mismatched – endlessly shifting your goalposts, as projects multiply, mutate, fall aside, and recycle — untwisting the mind can, sometimes, be poetry rather than violence . . . . .
< { Interjection: An ego insistent on satisfaction;
A place of seniority to calm petty complaints;
A channel of crosstalk carrying all the significant exhibits & data;
Layers of encoding needing management, separation, and classificiation:
Certain abilities in manipulating, mutating, cross-checking and out-crossing symbols } >
< < < In the curvature of sine waves:
< < < We feel pieces of our hearts resonating in time together –
< < < Our hearts pour out shadows and flickers as we seek relief from the struggles:
< < < It is not at all the same story as last week’s revolutions . . . . .
< < < We walk where we please, except when vexed by castings,
< < < Or otherwise and by exception sent on snark hunts and detours;
< < < Do not be alarmed by the irrationality of certainty.
< < < If you will not meet me in edges of the alleyways –
< < < How inconvenient! What, then, are the requirements of your enterprise?
‘Where are we going?’
‘How will we know where to get off?’
‘How can we map this dark ever-shifting place?’
‘Why was there no warning we might be swept away?’
In the ever tracing lines of Spark & Sparkle –
In the ever tracing lines of the majestic mystery of Fate –
There were keys and clues to be found.
There were notices posted everywhere…
It was unawareness that brought you to this dark turn,
It was questioning that carried you through lighthearted times,
It will be balance that brings you through,
It will be poise that keeps you safe from unseen hazards & traps,
It will be finesse that allows you to bring your answers back home –
The rhythms fragment and multiply, glowingly catching flame –
Alleluia, the coming of NIGHT!
This was made by cutting bits out, collaging together and then editing for flow, word choice and structure from several interesting little posts from 2017 and 2016. They have since been made private (unpublished). They were a little too slippery to really have any meaning but had some neat phrasings. This one is still pretty slippery but I dialed the randomness and anti-coherence down a lot, and I hope you have had some fun reading and trying to puzzle it out!
Featured image sources Photo by Y S on Unsplash, Photo by Connor Ellsworth on Unsplash, and Unsplash+ in collaboration with Jayson Hinrichsen. Bottom image/drawing by Cooper Dozier (me) 2017.
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