Memory of desire, the wanting, the knowing of its brevity, and that is why we do it again and again so it can be done again, to thwart the brief, to puncture what we know will not last, to pin the infinite on a moment. It is a moment that stays with me.
Let's say, for instance, the eating of cereal in the morning, when I am not really awake. And the way you walked around my room.
It is the sureness of a moment that compels me to write in the first place. An image is permanent like a wreck on the beach, an arrow hard in the ground. I remember images, that which becomes permanent, and I cling to the image, remembering again, again.
I can say,"Paddle" to mean "Passing" and in turn to suggest "Arc".
I think of lights you pass at night, when driving, or on public transport. The effect of man-made light, in particular, advertisements for establishments. In itself it suggests an indulgence in the fleeting.
EAT
or
RESTAURANT
AHEAD
TURN
3.5 MILES to EXIT 36B
A word becomes embedded in the surrounding environs. It is plucked like a dart from the mesh surface, not sinking, but suspended. Between the hours of woods, there are lights illuminating words.
Signs nailed to trees about Jesus, what fights the infinite more than that? In Gothic lettering, "Believe on the Lord.."
Further we climb into a dangle, unfurled. An argument about buoys, let's call this "Fen" and should you agree, we peruse further
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