9 April 2012
Mellifluous, gracious
Light fittings dancing in the breeze;
60 watts warming erratically,
Oscillating, a vacant room tasting of carbon.
Touch your lips to the midnight wall, marvel the minuscule protrusions that punctuate the sheet terrain of these sandblasted verticals.
Know with your eyes, mouth and extremities, and from the strains of beams dripping down the gloss, that flying in the face of rationality, these planes stretch forever; this epidermis understands, the live cortex will learn,
the exquisite simplicity of the un-thinking, all-feeling.
all feeling • Opuss № I