recognition,
initial visuals shot astray
this is
followed by:
an
exclamation (a phrase) (a prayer’s
beginning)--
glistening
nightmares of abstract forms and random lights
a gaping
hole of white.
amplified
grey ghosts.
cranes.
they say
space speaks. what of the non-space:
the
structures surrounding, cast in their green points, glowing
noiselessly,
reaching
up in pain, outstretched arms seeking
escape.
prometheus
made out of light.
--jmfe