we are, and there is a zero plain

2003-07-13, 12:35 a.m.

sitting on the molded chair in an office that feels like its sculpted from an ancient plaster, the memories of a point on nothing; existence in the zero plane onf an axis. to swirl the cylinders that creep like shoelaces through the area in which space is non existent. BUT, this dead zone of spacial connection, it is where all the fivalities of space mature. It is within the lapsing of negative assumptions takes the form of 'matter'. an untterance in my head, pressed into the cloth of a examination table... i am nothing but the outdated version of my future self, and i am within the realest of human fruition. The thing that boggles the mind (or the mind that creates a boggling effect, like the drunken sailor who wishes he could find the land which shifts like the sea) is that i am the absolution of life, you are the apex of your being, you cannot help but be the one RELEVANT gift to the moment.... and lean back... sink into the water of the second and the nanosecond. fall asleep, little nothing... a l.ullaby for the girl ive never met is filling the veins of a dark bedroom.