Description
Some vast turmoil crashes upon itself, over & over, folding inwards, howling around unheard spaces. No one observes this forest fall; I’m certain it did, but can’t prove it. The eddies and currents of the heart are untouchable, intangible, illegible, & yet more real to me than the rest of the world could hope to be. Abstractions of presence, of being — form, color, sound, labels — are just that; concepts, ideas instilled from birth. Emotions evoke action & understanding, & have ever since I bawled and clutched my little fists, since my father disappeared behind his palms & reappeared with a grin, proclaiming ‘peek-a-boo’! Some strange tranquility wafts over my inner ocean, flocks of serenity breaking across a convoluted unconscious.
