Words become water

Perhaps when the weight of things is written in a brisk tone that disguises its destination, the presentation, shifting back and forth across the years and events, may conjure a tactile, messy, complex and mysterious antidote to life that sheds tears of more than one grief at a time. 

Maybe as I approach each tapestry of gray skies, neglected pain and dark moods into which people disappear, my words suggest the world and yet they are of something else. Attempts at communication are set into a meandering grammar of shimmering, transient matter which allows yesterday and tomorrow to flow together into the present time as thoughts and feelings pour back and forth from one glass into another.