Caught between here and glass
rippled and dimpled land(es)capes
there’s a river of blue hitting shores of tin…
where do the lines begin?
where does the quest(ion) end?
between now and the edge
edge is a fictitious place...
space of possible collision...
temporal exclusion foreboding stop gap
directional change of heart
melding place of two surfaces piquant, piercing, cutting
decisive surgical awareness colour sliced into mystery
pleating shearing time distended by distraction
ruptured defined slivered shorn