It extends upward amid the fluidity of shifting currents. It raises itself like it has a meaning to express, but it is simply what it is...abutement of land inside of the swirling currents. It breaks apart the horizon and makes one feel that they can swim out and claim it, can stand on it and proclaim some unintelligible vocalization of that accomplishment. The conquering of something impermanent, something overcome which is in the process of dissolving. And that is what each day is to us, it is a sandbar in a churning ocean, a raucuous sea...we make this or that or do that and this and we say we mean everything, but each darkened night shakes apart our daily tasks like erasing an Etch-A-Sketch and we begin again, and again, and again, until we no longer begin. We continue until we are overtaken, buried, washed away forever.
Monday, September 04, 2006
Sandbar
It extends upward amid the fluidity of shifting currents. It raises itself like it has a meaning to express, but it is simply what it is...abutement of land inside of the swirling currents. It breaks apart the horizon and makes one feel that they can swim out and claim it, can stand on it and proclaim some unintelligible vocalization of that accomplishment. The conquering of something impermanent, something overcome which is in the process of dissolving. And that is what each day is to us, it is a sandbar in a churning ocean, a raucuous sea...we make this or that or do that and this and we say we mean everything, but each darkened night shakes apart our daily tasks like erasing an Etch-A-Sketch and we begin again, and again, and again, until we no longer begin. We continue until we are overtaken, buried, washed away forever.
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