turning off the device, healing the eye and just sitting
(I acknowledge the irony of posting this online, but in the name of art, I will do so)
turning off the device is more difficult that one might expect: the power button is misleading!
hold it down, choke the current from those obedient lights and the screen reveals a dark mirror
at this point you might think that the device is off, but in fact a ghost remains
it swims in real-imaginary waves of electromagnetic radiation streaming through you
trapped behind the dead pixels and plastic-glass you remain a dark reflection
reading the landscape, greeting their faces, always expecting a flat image!
you’ve been flicked in the eye: easily forgetting that we live in three dimensions
indeed, there is uncountable depth past the slice of “self” that the body publishes
the injured eye gradually heals, learning to stop darting about, left to right, top to bottom
looking to the distant mountain and seamlessly sweeping to where you sit: there is no border except ones unconscious emphasis of what is fleeting!
you just sit, learning that “just sitting” is not “just sitting”, but at the same time, it is exactly just sitting
“is this all there is?” you ask, “it seems so empty!” but keep still and sink deeper! will it ever end?
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