I am beginning to perceive only movement,
subtle peripheral motion
and flashes of light refracted,
of which I presume to be
some reverent body heat
A thought appears disfigured
but I suspect its presence
like fire behind the front door—
Well, I’ll bend a void
to find the latch
Lawrence Durrell, Justine
Steady, don’t slip.
Mugshot. Ready to travel—who’s with me?
Create then disrupt kinetic tension,
Create then destroy the flux,