Photo by Shawn Rain  on Unsplash The motive is to dissolve— to find in the folds of creeping linen or by spreading out as airborne dust  some refuge from the black mass born of this insurrection towards innocence which unstitches him from his shadow creating a point of inflection where  he loses sight of life as he dances over walls flickering like effervescent candlelight to slip from the slumbered grip  of a tyrant acting out his broken machinations so that the curtained ro

In the background static  fractal infinities buzz and thrum as time bent through the senses of others, seen through the eyes of above looking down on lives as they live themselves throughout our many incarnations,  unearthing surprise whenever reality binds  to some semblance of recognition, as even the solace of memory distorts in the weft of years—  bringing together the lurching tears  that split this mind as it tries to weave  the movements of a world  into itself: seekin