Anti-circles

1. Layered like a stone there goes a thought, held tight, hands reaching for each other on the backside. 

2. Fingers touch and it evolves into the moving, patiently breaking off, a wave. Lay bare the cliff, the sitting ancient stone, so many stories told are carried off in fluid force. 

3. Fingers have crossed, entwined and the fuller the circle gets, and the more we go into this anti-circle, moving form starts to dissolve, unsettle its parts. 

4. The heart beats in admiration for this acrobatic stunt of thought. A tight leash unravels the bodiless, the wind. Weaved all the matter into what it means to move without. 

5. Thought becomes leash and has lost the feeling of sitting, of moving, of shaping. leash has become thought.

6. When will this feeling leave me? I manifest these hold-on-to's faster than any tangible freedom.

1995

Layered leashes now. Woven into fabrics I sleep in at night, used to tie pendants around my neck like prices for races no-one knows I run. 

It is the morning after, no layered thoughts only one after another after another, I reduced all unnatural noise and light this morning. it helped.