coccyx

Deep somewhere, far out somewhere… visions from the grave, the organ, the object, abiding fictions, the shape of the will, its speed. Timeseeds sparking in rhythm… helices, dripping with water and clods of earth. Red currents, tight and rolling. The sudden object, grim and spinning on the grey channel, digging out stones from the hillside… grouting the ether, particles glide across the skin, warm in the sunlight… follicles, eyelids, tumours, deleted scenes… mineral, vegetable, strings of life…

Gaps in the record, a tarantula of memories. Felonies and broken fingers. Misunderstanding and decay. You must find the way from here. The dao. A master to lead you. Begin with a clue, a cloud in the desert, the falling of footsteps. A name to remember, a world on a wire.