Ingenious particles that fly about in clouds overhead, attracted equally everywhere to each other and so unable ever to cease movement. In the dawn's light. Very slow and definite. Accustomed places that take on a strangeness in their disconnections, occasioned by the novelties of time. One heard the first word in all its strangeness, with all the spatial intensities implied.
Absence remains unexplained and loss remains constantly indescribable.
Here, against a backdrop of mountains, words fail, their edges curl and overlap. In our relations inhere our meanings, causes, conditions, concatenations, implications and insinuations, patterns, by-ways, connections, a maze rooted in the brain but not of the brain. Not to get enough air is to misunderstand to mistake. Organized, I suppose. Named in a particular way.