Maybe it is important to remember that any trail that has long since
vanished from air or water still remains visible. With each and every breath we enter the inspiration that binds feathers to the feather-bed, egg whites
to the omelet; that infuses a hint of eternity to three coin-sized moths flitting
into artificial light, milky-white after months of a dark, melancholic journey - flickering for a moment in the jeweled silky brilliance of their destination's gemstone.
Saturday, April 28, 2018
Light Upon Light
Perhaps light upon light is more difficult to perceive
than light upon darkness. Light upon light contains the soft touch of
‘something else'. And what if this something else could be spun into a fine,
indestructible thread, and woven into the most ordinary clothing? Would the
trajectory of this new creation be considered perpendicular or parallel?
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