Friday Fictioneers, July 26, 2013
Between you and me, of myriad conduits, the others. We set out. Toward. Send messages made of signs and symbols, ripples, waves – our gestures. We move. Where we are. It resonates. When you touch down and look in my direction, molecules dither, there is some concord. Generation. Gravitation. I do not believe in “flow,” or that everything is One. You set out, we are in relation. Things pull, things press. Hearing dribbles in the brain and puddles. Echoes something else. I am here. I will be. I set out. Between the myriad conduits and air, water, fire. We breathe. We become a ground. We register.
N Filbert 2013
Polysemic Stupor 
Wow. The odd sentence structure works here.
I think you’re channeling molecules when you write, bringing the subatomic scale to life…or possibly the secret lives of memes. Maybe it’s the organizing principles behind all creation and evolution. I have no idea what you’re doing when you do this, but I really, really like it. 🙂
that’s encouraging, thank you
cloud signals from mountain top to mountain top. In relation to the other.
The interconnect is well depicted.
There may be other things hidden in the layered writing …… that escape me.
🙂
thanks for reading and saying so