#vision #writing
I do not see the fall at the edge of the cliff arched over the ocean below, but I do see the alchemy of the subtle states of matter, the plastic water working on the hard edge of the rock, the calcification of the original fire to which the spirit of the water still remains closest.
I see the fractal of this discourse, the tenuous line that abysses in the distance, the curve transposed indefinitely in its spatial projection, the history, the molecule, and the communion of the being in the feast of the storm.