Tuesday, 10 May 2011

fan flies open

I read and start to make a connection then suddenly the fan flies open, unfolds at speed, there is an extension, the object of my enquiry is so distant that there is no possibility of touching, even with finger tips, I want to taste the scent of it on my tongue.
An articulation outwards until I cannot articulate any longer until it is all meaningless and not of the body, of experience.

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