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ONE
Erode: to wear out, grind down, to eat away deep into fragments
of incomplete particles longing to be whole.
Erode; a process of weakening in the
authentic present. It’s rusting beyond oxidation as flickers
of dominant spectrums palpitate. The wear away of wholeness, the
disintegration of a unified artwork into a segmented jig-saw puzzle
of realities. Like crumbling, flaking entities tumbling down the
cliff without a harness. Free-falling downwards in un-patterned
spirals, fizzing sideways whilst falling apart in utter deterioration…
eroding.
Erode…What has that got to do
with me? Wrong question.
What has that to do with you? Transcend
into the next visualization to find out. Go beyond, into the moment
after you left. Surpass the second after you closed the door knowing
that the almost lifeless life depended on you to stay. Exceed the
second took to step away from the unconscious, unmoving, unresponsive
being pleading most fervently for you to stay.
Erode…What has that got to do
with me? Wrong question.
What has that to do with you?
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TWO
The wear away of wholeness, the disintegration of a unified artwork
into a segmented jig-saw puzzle of realitieis. A co-constructed
collage that transformed into a patchwork of art within a genre
yet unclassified. Conducting rhythms yet unheard composed of undefined
beats. Like crumbling, flaking entities tumbling down the cliff
without a harness. Free-falling downwards in un-patterned spirals,
fizzing sideways whilst falling apart in utter deterioration…
eroding.
Erode…What has that got to do
with me? Wrong question.
What has that to do with you?
Erode: to wear out, grind down, to
eat away deep into fragments of incomplete particles longing to
be whole.
To be whole beyond the moment you walked
out the door in spite of knowing that the almost lifeless life depended
on you to stay. The life stayed behind the door. In spite of the
attempted detachment, time went on. Time united that which was almost
forgotten. Memories refreshed the mirages. The illusions tried to
be forgotten.
It was still, but not still enough
to block out the final plea before the page was abruptly torn out
of the book. It was derailed from its context so meaning would not
be wholly formed again.
Walked away most powerfully, walked
away most subtly out of that door to construct a new reality without
that pleading yell. Walked off most aggressively, determined not
to look back. Tried to stop the past from looking forward towards
you before it. Desperately tried to stand still without wanting
to ask what would happen after departure.
Erode: to wear out, grind down, to
eat away deep into fragments of incomplete particles longing to
be whole. What has that to do with me?
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THREE
Remember the laughs at the silliest jokes thought to be just the
best? It was incredible, some even said it was predestined. Your
palm touched and lock-gripped the palm… fizzing playful sensations
bounced on gloating sunshine. Then you remembered, now you know.
What you do not know is what happened
after the feet left the ground and spiraled unparallel with the
cliff… What has that to do with you?
The wind carried on in the same direction
and wind speed. The turbulence was an effect of the free-falling
without a harness. Unrehearsed freestyle that is not rehearsed.
Sincere screams bounced down the hills begging you to throw the
rope. Pleading for a floating device that was not paid for, to be
thrown down to soften the landing…
Erode: to wear out.
Pre-erode: no grinding down nor wearing
out takes place now. Just the scream begging to turn into a song
to be sung. Just a bunch of clean needles in sealed boxes with herbs
freshly attached to the branches. No mixtures from nature to come
up with the tainted natural. Unfiltered rays, nature at its purest.
Not the natural, but nature.  |
