something to do with staring

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Some thing to do with staring through the backs of your very own little eyelids at a thing…possibly a small sparrow in quick flight diving and dipping…

No,

Some thing possibly more akin to a seashell or better yet a crystalline structure-

For the notion of its microcosmic value.

The smallness of the object is simple enough but on closer examination its visible markings, in the form of constantly re-appearing micro blemishes-

Seem to infinitely reappear within them selves…a spiraling of any attempt to finally re-adjust toward one final,

Cavernous productions of a Diaspora.

- craters within CRATERS.

When infinity is finally approached…

The Mad scientists’ lenses somehow fall short, having built up in an ever-increasing memory pool of ocular debris

In The Pile                                                           Just to the right.

The seductivity of this closeness, and the distant memory of differences within this Unfolding Complex,

blemishes within blemishes,

belays a manic and distortive series of overlaid mappings

To Be Hatched.

A deleuzian game of charades, whereby after-images on the scientists past lenses were

Forwarded

After Images of the future,

Were compared to

Successive Observations of the Present:

Such as: The pollens’ waxy potential To The Bees knees (1)

Which was:

To the characters in the lab taking turns looking into the scope, it seemed….in

-The End...

A process synonymously imaginary and physical in its own entrenchment. A simultaneously enrapturing unraveling of potentials…

and inevitable failures.

A process both connective in its admittance, yet persistently elusive in its physical

Sub-obfuscation.

The backs of those lids… a hand gesture seems to reverse the octopus’ propulsion. A head injury, No-Hands

elegantly gripping a blue

Tooth-e-phone.

Possibly enacted to blue-toothedly,

Handlessly,         becoming digitally

Awash,

In the detail of an image on screen. Itself an impossible form due to,-

“Economies of Scale”.