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{untitled #2} mark hartenbach notice how i vanish & your world remains -joe henry if it were possible that an outside force could somehow seep into an impenetrable shell, they would swear only silence. only silence? the nothingness of before we were conceived, minus the crack of a zen stick, when we were perfect conduits for the absolute yes. referred to as if we had no worth, or overly stated-it makes no difference. it means nothing. the world bows down, though secretly anything it can’t hear or see or sense is thrown into the scrap heap of twisted metaphysics, as if to give it no value, is if it can be reduced to another word for meaningless. cutting the wheel with extreme prejudice, slitting the throat of an alleged non-presence. gutting ghosts with complete diplomatic immunity, facing no consequences. besides, there’s no blood, no fingerprints, no evidence at all. they did not see or hear a thing. we are oblivious to all but one another. therefore it must not exist. a freefall from the height of human arrogance & love struck teenagers. all is manufactured to obscure the truth, to hide who we really are. humans frightened that they’ll be found out. for what? it doesn't matter. this is years before shock television, before people would make total fools of themselves for their fifteen minutes. primal is equated with dirty business instead of purity. howling at the moon. it's the exact opposite. she interrupts my tripping out. she apologizes, though she always tells me not to apologize. as if, it's stapled with bad intent. this is never the case. sometimes we let our psyche float away, beyond soul length, & it needs rescued. |
