when silence gives away its name birds become electric darkness is no more a story in their wooden beaks I stay at the beginning of thought, decelerate reality again and again bread, pain, blindness truth visits me in my dreams sometimes between desire & dying shortcuts, blind alleys Shangri-La and Valhalla Nirvana & the hunting ground Guadalupe untitled self-portraits fast heights blinds & shutters Spinoza's abyss the chasm of reason Kant's please mind the gap pits of harmony barren grounds Prigogine's broken circle lost aesthetic qualities and the bit moves on
when silence is an unfinished canvas waters, faces make an offering and their names grow when I am confused with the possibility of the sea level then I know where my love is
splitting every single second is beauty unadorned could I remove the decimal point from my dying breath ?