A push and a pull, a snap and a drag and there is a rising and a falling.
This is all happening right now. Right now!
Can you see, can you hear, can you feel the way that the rhythm is pulsing in and out of sync with itself as it slowly disintegrates and becomes something else entirely?
The work transforms itself into something new entirely. It looks toward the horizon and reaches out there, smothering all that is underneath whilst something slides and glides on top.
The mountains crumble and grind down into dust over a time far longer than we can experience, but it is as sudden as the sky passing toward something else entirely.
The work is transforming itself whilst remaining resolutely the same as it will be and has been. There are no surprises but there are also wonderful things to experience.
The blade is dull, but it still cuts its way through swathes of land and it reaches far beyond what can be fathomed.
Clouds spread and collide, coalesce and split apart, trying to make sense of the whole situation that they are not indebted to. They cannot see underneath for that which was is now not, but there is still the reach of the hand from beyond the thicket, trying to crawl on out and get moving toward a new land, a new horizon, a new ocean and the kiss of salt in the air.
Rising and falling and following on through, rolling into a tension of dizziness and a numismatic illusion is all that is set forward into motion, but pushing onward and outward with little to no effort this spreads and consumes, but it leaves no trace of its being there ever.
Then the space opens, it all clears up and it is as though nothing ever was affected. There is a peace that can only be cradled, but it is there. it must be cherished for there is no telling for how long it will last. There is no telling for how long until the march of the grind comes in once more and begins to erode all around it, looking for something that encroaches and ascends whilst also descending toward the goal, the target, the intended recipient of the delivery.
Ringing out and holding true, it is uneasy, but it is mercurial and confident in its ability to cleanse away the engulfing reach, but there is a pull, there is an act that expresses recalcitrant themes and there is more than enough to allow for the second-guessing.
There is more than enough space and there are once more plants reaching for the sky and new mountains are born from the husks of the old world. It is all shifting and changing. Names move toward something new, populations migrate to new locations and the peace is as tranquil as it is temporary.
A new dawn is experienced every morning and the days reach toward something that indicates once more a shift.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:46:62
Maybe abstract? Maybe?
I think that I was going more for feel than I was anything else. I think.
Written at work.