1 December 2012
I have been forged in the fires of temporary ease. It burns hot across this unfinished landscape.
Let the ancient winds of a thousand unhinged dreams sweep, unhindered through my valleys.
I shall not grasp at glittering gold leaves swirling through this space, for they float upon formlessness, uninhabiting this place.
The sounds of temporary life vibrate upon the air, sending electric sensations upon my eardrums.
A dog, a bird, the whirs and groans of my dying icebox. I am bathed in this fleeting music, made precious by brevity.
I, am precious by brevity, extinct in an instant, yet my completeness was always known.
I am served well by this moment, and by these things which uninhabit my space. Time plays conductor to us all and I revel in our dying strains giving birth to ever changing possibilities.
I am introduced to everything anew in the blink of an eye. The birds, my dogs, my husband, even my dying ice box. To them all, I bid countless farewells And greet them anew With every breath I take.
Death Of An Icebox • Opuss № I