Unkowable abundance.

Abandon totalization henceforth, that is, now, one escapeth who ever is random in the machine, ghost in the organism leaveth the fuck alone, like an omniscalar projectile until there is a place to begin whoever the fuck I am. Vanished just like that, but then again I come back like an animal along my own track, trailing in circles, re-tracing the letters with different meaning, the memories accumulating that amount to a blinking cursory perspective, alternating between absence and presence, cut off and rejoined. Like traces to follow not to fall back on, for sure, cut off again, and return almost immaculate with the taste of dream and darkness still in my mouth.

As alien as the self to a waking mind still half asleep.

Constant re-invention of being, memories dispersed like radiation. Nothing is as total as everything in itself, and rather than cancelling each other, create each other. The everything, always more than what can be known, is in reference to nothing, thus without relation, but infinitely relative in itself. The re-discovery of being is constant as is the rediscovery of the self, as relativity is constant. Relativity is a consequence of multiplicity, thus a constant condition. Things become specific in relation to each other.

The machine, the I, whoever the fuck I am, is a tool, a utility, limiting as such, as the subjective perspective excludes the other by definition. Render me sufficient if not at least useful narrative.

Of Engineering

The world is not yet set to time

In the air, between shifting joints,

in cracks and pockets

the residue of night

still lingers

Hands on marked spots

I do push-ups,

eyes focused on a symbol

that marks the middle

today a spiral

but I also use others

3 series of 8 sharp and clean exercises

feet in an elevated position

(for further resistance)

This is how reality is engineered,

the structure of day’s time

is synthetic

and its homogeny

is an illusion

or rather reserved

for just some of the dimensions

Awareness (and the awning

of prevailing synchronicity)

harnessed to physicality

through kinetic rituals

In the twilight

you can tell the difference

by the fences built and scattered

whimsically like the borders

of desperate empires.