sans titre
often followed by up
annotation of 29 july 2006
from walking through the park like a memory, riding a bicycle, the smell of spring through the pores of home. empty space in dark and turn, mine. this city —
placed in the middle, as if some prize, fluffy pink elephants and rainbow-coloured hula hoops. anonymity through crowds, faces, people walking their moment — daydreams. sun and dust commingle here, in piles around the reservoir as i walk, smell… wait…
sitting behind the museum painting, reading, walking. individuals became masses, masses became lifted to one — streaming through the arteries of streets. express trip on the 5 train southbound — walking from west to east then back again — there is solace and peace that could only have been attained from time spent alone, separated, tucked away in a north-corner vermont town. such time brought me here. time would keep me here. walking now in the paths conceived through such movement in time.
settling through the time-warp back to unattainable reality leaves me waning back to life. breath in air, steps, music. comradery and love existing in the eyes’ touch out of need transformed. the quiet of rush and loud is softer than winding roads or dusty trails. peace is viable. life, inevitable. though the visible is blind and the attainable blurry, steps walked with sound and vision through all senses make themselves known in the subtleties in air and lung.