Telling: Streams & Logs

Dreams, Remembered & Forgot


A sort of spouted ejection. The pressure and rasp of it through the opening, nozzle, mouth. Forward on the horizontal. Shooting forward in a motion once begun can only complete itself. It cannot be diverted or contained. The absolute of it. Stillness all around. Bluffs and planes and the banks of a dry river. Red. Dry.


Someone has shoulders on which to carry this all.