fiction 

after work (in pursuit of the Ineffable)

 

with a certain vintage yen for apophasis

)Truth, in its quick, fragile manifestation( ;

shimmers, in the presence of stasis,

far from the virtuous industry of our discontent.

 

       Snapchat it.

 

I'll show you my favorite places, so our spirits

become a more complex matrix, a more beautiful aggregation,

to dissipate -

      (soft mist on the path)

             being without limits -

knowing there were some symmetrical aspects of our accumulation

of Consciousness, 

 

like two molecules of river that have felt

the same stone. among the Ineffable, we were once

radiant soft pure

wild in motion

here, lyrical and transient

& psychologically baroque ;