HE in the feeling of HER approach. That syrupy abyss. Unknowing. Every anticipation and guess.
HER name. A bird’s song. Bird’s songs (all of them).
What other flesh is.
Any time you are enabled
to touch it.
We could imagine IT as HIM wanting. Awaiting.
But there is no resemblance to wait for.
Only HER, the delicious, dilemma, unknown.
Loss of memory. Hope of presence.
“Ecstasy” as commonly referred –
– the surprising rarety of ‘being-out-of’…
“HER,” “HE” calls it, names it, designates, conjures, conceives. (Perhaps “HER” has a name?)
In the center a shrine a temple. And no center exists, except by imagining, by metaphor, metonymy. Delusional illusion of some living cartography.
The words “NOW,” “HERE”…continuously NO/WHERE.
He longs. Desires. Fantasizes. Dreams.
This is urgency.
Each pressing and critical, earnest, persistent scenario and situation –
It’s always coming. In. The status and singling. Ever singing.
NO/WHERE : NOW/HERE. Same scintillating occurrence, occurring… per-sist-ence, pursuant and ins-is-isn’t-it? Awaiting approaching.
HE/HIM/HIS – SHE/HER/HERS (with)
What might have been experienced as “LONGING” – that which is extended, strained toward…
SHE… a recoiling, a reconnaissance, some new emission.
HE laughs, as if capitulating, a surrender, a stab, asunder.
THEY… blend and weave inconceived. Inconceivable. Unknown. Never any stasis. Never NOW/HERE, never NO/WHERE.
In other words, too many… uncountable stories (may) have begun (begin)…