let there be light

and so it came about in the undilineated that time assailed itself upon eternity , pressing outwards , pushing away the immeasurable , the uninterrupted , joining itself to the unexpressable's desire to invent a past to learn from .

the darkness co-joined with the light established itself ,

announcing its arrival by assuming its autonomy in the what not was yet of never having been , separate and alone , distinct from its omniscience , in the ever lasting house divided by this bifurcation.

and............

I heard a child cry out , from somewhere deep inside the space between us that we had filled with time ........and the silence interrupted by intrusion began its gathering...........fragments of eternity appeared upon the emptiness and memorabilia hawked itself in the burgeoning temples of comparative values in the promethean market place of more or less and right and wrong and good and bad.

oh immaculate seer with your impeccable sight , point to the invisible now and SING the promise of a moment without thought .

it was morning and I was uncomfortable reading that Keter Betts the jazz bassist had died in Silver Springs today , leaving only his cold body attached to a cello nova , that bosso novo or no bosso novo was the metier that drove him back up to center stage and spotlighted the role of character musician once more , once more , once more , as the pope back home in germany celebrated mass for the catholic orphans in brazil , their death toll an exhumation mark upon the power of every spiritual fascist that walked the troubled waters of religion and soiled the pristine altar of the world's inner ear.

I stood firm.....I still do . resolute , unsparing in my ....REALLY ? ........OH ! ......you don't say attitude , born from full acceptance of what is .

a voice spoke within me............." let the winds of autumn blow , you've come a long way my friend , you have come through centuries of tragedy to claim this moment in the winter of your discontent . Nothing can dull the edge of this excursion . The distant lights , the northside stars of all your destinations stretch out across the midnight sky , and in this windowless retreat you sit now , reaching into nothing to catch a flicker of your passing in the intervals between your memories that lie outside the breeding stalls of all your next encounters with yourself . ....yourself ......YOURSELF measuring the cadence of a new conciet ..........a form unspeakable .....exalting eternity .......... in the undilineated silence of forever. "