high moments call to the observers and to the creators come back to me! a performance cannot be let go, as with grief eternal returns may not be the law of the ocean but the tides come back if a horse is a horse, then which way did the river’s course go before the equine reality? west of the urn, tears flood and re-make a corridor in the image of what used to be dry land make the articles of faith a magazine for free at the entrance to the café stay in business, not with advertising but with the memory of something that has yet to occur a tall day from a short time hence a sunset that leads to a full day without stars, because the light from up close is visceral over that from ages ago and eons away