emergence

I have no words

so I must scream

musical throat spewing

gaping founds

gasping solences

do not judge

remergent phenomenology

semeniootic juices

feeding my head

or what remains of it

diffusion happens

for I am no longer

localised

point focussed

in one place spread

across distanced tine to blink

slowly

one half blinded

eye cowering another

because things come in threes

and only two have died

(so far)

when words are

they happen and trying

to deny them

to pretend they can be

postponed leading to

painful twisting of

inner canals?

tendrils?

tendons?

when words are lost

but in their loss they can tear

tender juices can rupture

leave scars of aching

silence

19th September 2024 tangentially triggered reading Jane Burn's “The University of the Self #33”. The

reference in the first couplet is, I think, obvious