j o h n  r o s

in the silent roar of time passing moment-by-moment — air thickens, ground hardens and clouds rise. that sound of rising so familiar yet unknown, undiscovered like buried fragments in us, unearthed — sound deafening — hands cover ears — cover mind — cover us.
soundscapes passing like fingers — on braille — on body […]

from temporary moments of sanity…
as the connection to and from life seems fortunate or inevitable, little stays arrest or even compulsory. at he same time all is tired, illusionary and subtlety pathetic. the notion that we are single obscurities making worthwhile decisions is more delusional than the thought itself. resting in moments […]