on Friday, the 2nd September, Margaret Street Birmingham.
the moment of total clarity when
everything that is and
everything that is not and
would never be
becomes clear, you get overwhelmed with understanding and familiarity of all, and love and the grief of knowledge
only a moment – blisteringly
liquid nitrogen pouring down the eyesthroatnose
the knowledge is wiped clean – not a sliver of knowledge or understanding that overtook the whole being remains.
no memory left but a memory of a memory, the nostalgia for the unremembered.
trying to find it again and again; it is on the verge of recognition
a forever distant horizon.
oil on gessoed board