2022


_(im/ex)plosion_beyond delirium into a field of potential_<<afterglow/oscillation>>_



you find yourself to be drifting
beyond delirium into a field of potential
cloaked in sound
strobe pierces open/closed eyes
interior/exterior space collapse into one
you become simultaneously embodied/disembodied
dissociation slowed to breakthrough
easing into a continuum
seeking equilibrium
iterating into oblivion

(im/ex)plosion
where once was light
an afterimage remains
solidity dissipates
warmth pulsates
tone lowers
the air is shifted
into a rhythm
that which resides with(in/out)
rupture / rapture
(ex/im)plosion

where energy does not flow it becomes stagnant, desire calcifies;
the bastardisation of unconscious melody into malady

held in this tension
hardened by inaction
and the inability to articulate
that which is beyond words
catharsis never comes
tension remains

­we quake in glory
held at the point of absolute dazzle
a whole body guided by sympathetic objects such as these
        bearers of dreams

translating cataclysmic frequency into vibrational becoming
and it is known that this movement can’t last forever
but it is vital, it is life
­a swooning mesmeric instance

total velocity + complete stillness collide
illusions of individualism dissolve
the interior becomes exterior
transforming us into vessels in ecstasy





 




cyan//red//quilt_Catharsis_never_came



Catharsis never came
It would never be enough
Scream collapsed into whimper
Held at the point of absolute dazzle
In the white heat of tension
Slow burn self-actualisation emerges
cloaked in sound
I am shedding
An urge of renunciation
Restraint and release
Inherent in the object
Brought about by care + chaos
Labour + ecstasy

I become
A threshold dancer in continual unfurling
Where else would I wish to be
When all there is
Is to step into the field of polarity
All things come to pass through this space
Oscillating ad infinitum
total velocity + complete stillness collide
illusions of individualism dissolve
the interior becomes exterior
transforming us into vessels in ecstasy
I am there
As it goes
As it shall be
To you I give a breakage
To you I give an image
A sensation
A lament to this projection of self

I wish not for transference
But for transmutation

…

Arise