Wednesday, December 14, 2005
When rain & stone mix art through the eye of a droplet - we find invention & movement in opposing forces - a rock formed myst a physical sphere - sand & rain metamorphed - Cancerous shape shifter, weaver of light, this jagged globe is, this ship at night - But us, no more than ants to scurry between her canyoned wounds. We - no larger - no more significant than water droplets passing groundward, through which are captured glimpses, subjects, for investigation - A second of evolutions passing...We - this plague in vertical symmetry - no more than primitives trapped in amber - but - we are beautiful & unique, for all our scars, throughout our maintenance of rage - we ourselves are lit up in balanced momentum - & become all things - the stone & the ariel boundaries themselves..
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Si O ' -excerpt of prose on climbing - 2005
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