A point in the eye, an after effect of seeing something unintelligible
The rhymic process of my vision being enveloped and then collapsing back to reality
The dial by which to turn it as the point grasped from the Ether
Instantiated with the Hand
Until the hand goes in the pocket
You can’t turn the tide, but you can hold your ground. For as long as it lasts, that’s something good.
-on goodness and the myth of its progression. Being good does not propagate being good.
