After Ruin

Beauty after ruin lingers on the event horizon: infinity plus one, a new monin echoing yesterday’s cataclysm, a confluence of aestheticisms climaxing into a new way of looking—: (in). Ruin does this and perhaps is evermore tied to beauty. In the pursuit of beauty there is always already a series of invisible vertical bars, the indented metal shadows streaming across your face, reminders of how you border yourself off, reduced to a subjugated human in a cell. Epiphany: human cannot divide its[self] into fragments, it just is, but you can’t just “be,” so you become subject/object of your own ridicule. Please note: the mind has the capability to step outside that which is perceived as a limitation to achieve a limitlessness. Societal structures shape these invisible bars that impetus how (us) move alongside earth’s rotation as oblique and skewed figures. The figure in the windowpane, chained to a way of seeing the [self], a mirror of distorted noise, is a recorded memory dictating an “event,” how the figure now bends the corner (event approaching), pushing against memory (event past), and what it produces: moments of reflection: hanging from a tree, swinging maple leaves bodily themselves against the moon’s half lunar light onto the glittering Sound. Language gives (us) tremolo-singing birds, stuck in suspended animation, staring down into a sheet of pitch-dark blue. Blowing like a flute, the gentile wind is an echo of things to come, and the afterimage of the figure(s) is that which will become, again and again: a repeated action.