Beginnings again are like a window to the soul..... not finding a door ........ or opening..... or lock..... just a view, a vision to impart some long awaited wisdom from such a distance it hardly seems noticed - until one places a hand to a key moment and turns past it, hoping it is unlocking some deep mystery from a lifetime ago.......
The keys are pressing into fingers reaching across thresholds into cyberspace windows where one is never sure if the view is a mirror, a window, or nothing. Measuring time by counting pecks into the screen, waiting for an acknowledgement of truth from some bot who's standard of grace is interpreting word collectives through computer microchips with clear diamond crystals worn behind a screen, unseen, untouched, veiled ..... like a bride practicing but who never got to wear her wedding gown and ring on the big day.
The keys are pressing into fingers reaching across thresholds into cyberspace windows where one is never sure if the view is a mirror, a window, or nothing. Measuring time by counting pecks into the screen, waiting for an acknowledgement of truth from some bot who's standard of grace is interpreting word collectives through computer microchips with clear diamond crystals worn behind a screen, unseen, untouched, veiled ..... like a bride practicing but who never got to wear her wedding gown and ring on the big day.
