•Darkness is an ovulating gesture; light is somnambulance in tandem with identity.
“I cannot be seen during moments of conflagration, but a consultation is always a threat, adeveloping condition preceding an act of passion and surrender, a savage caress...”
The psychology of objects becomes an understanding of unconditional desire. Your slumber is a desperateruby caught up in the solicitations of an evening without forcible entry, offering only thechance to succumb to the idolatry of an exquisitely unfinished kiss like a phantom limb. Shespeaks only with her tongue slipping between obsidian and penumbra. Hers is the gothictree laying its eggs in the psyche of a lost passageway, where shadows are swimming withpleasure; your breath flows through her leaves.
Conduits and constellations, the barbarism of your voice. Capillaries and tributaries,sliding into prominence, fluxing and fusing. The shoals of both visible light and dark sirenunmask in the masquerading of conscious thought, the inclusions of extra-sensory recognition. Into those rebellious waters diving comes to meet you.•The moth-making stone of uncanny cultivation, your seeing-eye candle.
“To the spirits of night, a girl again among the fireflies...”
•Night is a bride stripped of her crystal, a facetted marsupial of desperate measures.•To ovulate in Latin, you must first place the object against it’s opposite, setting fire to itstask: an erotic liberation of objection. A crucial balancing act between distinctions, wherethe
resolve their intangible bodies, to engage their threads of reciprocating uneasiness. A pathology of distant splendor, an evolving visage of desirablemanifestations, the body as honey, the hive as presence and absence in sustained union, thebees of light circling...•
The medicinal routes, the mummified streetlights, an agonizing farewell that braces for amedieval plague, the prose of a spell, blind reconnaissance...
• Without question, it is a poetic spirit that works the weapon, that crafts and binds theforest of appearances, and the oneiric language of waking up unknown and beside yourself.