….. the collection of different types of emptiness was impressive in its compactness. Infinite variance, yet altogether fitting in a back pocket. The filling-space of alveoli, the blankness of un-graffitied sidewalk, the gap between front teeth, the memory hole of those who never remembered dreams, the corpseless tomb of Jesus, the untouched airspace within a ballpoint pen, the denotation of a Cartesian grid, the phantom quality of the grid itself, the unfilled-in technical specifications of Calvin’s transmogrifier & duplicator, the 4 chambers of a heart drained empty, the air torus in tires, the spaces between sounds or notes in music, the static or quiet of a radio station off air, the hypothesized taste of words left unspoken, the clear light of Buddhism, the mass dimension of those mega trillions of photons, & the lack of mice in unset traps.
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 to where one’s neural nets might find pleasance. Able to ride rails between any two points, the animate puppet-people recurse over the problem of path weights, seeming ever to be, with their wooden joints & Amerindian sculpture faces, ready to spin three charms over a newborn, or recite the Heuristics of Smoothflow. While the invasion of nonagon nano-scales crawled over the skyscrapers, the puppetry lit LED pipes, & recounted a tale most strange…..
First draft published 4/1/2017
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Lost in Mist 