Is this, for lack of a better fitting description, beautiful?
He reaches out past my cracked exterior, these eyes that stare in mourning for a thing as yet unrealized and possibly never will be. You see, biological cycles predict and predicate uf there is decay a film of fungus will grow, and I have been destroying myself so deeply I can barely recognize the mirror image or these sinking hands with the bones emerging — like stalactite definitions unearthed from a deep, forgotten cave.
I know everyone could see my walls. They reference themselves in generic reactions and mouth gestures. People can see more than they are willing to admit, even to themselves.
But people are reminding me of myself as I remind them of themselves, an awkward cycle of need. We are pulled by the pluralism of humanity and our revealing actions, a collective foreboding chaos that can no longer handle the tight strings of linear modernist thinking. Something is happening, we all know it. Some are just more willing by fate or genetics to sense the signs. From the age of ten, I could feel the pull, I had to write of the need, I felt obligated, I felt a calling. Is this evolution peeking behind all these processes of everyday life? The neurons working with the cells, the molecules vibrating in their organic shells, the hierarchy twisting its tail to reveal the spiraling, profoundly connected nature of everything? We are becoming … in every step, a rushing moment into the unknown, while still somehow paradoxically three steps simultaneously in past, present, and future … We have collected the bones and dreamed in the insanity of prophets. Where to go from here is a question we must let go and let it take us without pretense, without insecurity, without base assumptions or the safety of comfort and foundation, however hard that may be …
It will be, prior errors already accounted for (must move on), beautiful … It is beauty in chaos …
“It’s like you have fallen from a great ivory tower and now you see …” a father to a daughter in the wee hours of pain and realization.
