i travel the lexicon of bulbs and petals and visible light backward and forward like a monorail of time. the conductor is naked exposure, an amorphous functioning of human body l only peripherally perceptible so that it mostly looks like a humanoid, octopus-mantis chimera.
i am the hand, prophetic and terrible. i am the party, bacchanalic.
touching rare earth minerals with a vibrantly common approach i am the poverty of self and other.
take me far from linear modalities to the temple altar of concentric, overlapping, principled cause and effect. superposition my 80something years so that action/reaction have no independence. i want to remember the future and speculate on the past. i want the present to be the contour that shines like antipodal moss between their confused directions.