an appearance demands a physicality, whose balance both demands and exudes purpose and the stage is salty wet with lamentations, curses, the unfairness of it all the choppy swell of the level playing field drowning in its own tears the hopes, the aspirations of this single chance of life and all its borrowed abundance. no choice, out of nothing but no choice. creatures of the moment, trapped in a brief instant, prised out of the enormous enormity, no purpose here no selected team today to complete the mindless relay under starter's orders we writhe, crawl, totter, walk, amble, run blindly leading the blind with erudite emptiness and learn-ed philosophy to ease the pain of physicality, whose balance still both demands, seeks and manifests purpose on the slippery stage. as we tire, urgently breasting the end tape, we writhe once more in pain lamenting the loss and counting the gain, ship the oars and unfairly drift at the mercy of the fading dream.
some life! some death! a transient nothingness disappearing, the parting waters departing with the drowned, whose wet memories merge merge and are lost into some vast ocean which knows no depth and flows into itself over and over and never knows the pain of the tears which are its eternal spring.
such sick physicality appears -- endlessly appears -- and just as endlessly disappears for life and death are one