IDENTIFICATION
It is bound to happening, a curve that passes through us, accidental cross-pollination of purposes.
It has bright edges. Something broken inside, thirsty for light.
It is the psychic hygiene of blue sky and wide open spaces.
It is an uncertain form of sensorium, hyper-sensitized, prehensile.
It is the origin of iridescence, indwelling coiled splendour, allusive perfume.
It moves to define the possibilities (from which we read (climbing the tree) eternity).
It is the fortuitous conjunction of sunlight and water, wind and leaves.
It is hologrammic, emblematic and ubiquitous.
It is living information, tele-erotic and abstract, ineffable.
It is beautiful as the aquatic nymphal stage in the life cycle of certain insects.
It is a strange loop to move within, without meaning to.
It is the key to jouissance and incidental enlightenment.
It is the emerald word hidden in dendritic thickets.
It is something else that is being said. Listen: wind in a shell, in the water a woman singing. Echoes, confusion of voices, senses (splash, sunflash).
It is.
[an earlier version appeared in D.I.U. (Descriptions of an Imaginary Universe) 20]
