Verisimilitude
Sometimes the living of life appears as real or as close to some truth as possible. It is usually when I have left the sense of myself doing or performing something and have become the something, or engaged in the something. I guess it’s a feeling of transcendence…or autoluminescense. I just watched the documentary on Rowland S. Howard ‘Autoluminescent’ I cried in waves. I watched it in bed and the day was bright outside.
From ‘Hyperspace’
Candle constellations
Talking electricity
An avalanche of stars
Falls on me.
Our kiss goes supernova
A black holes embrace
A honey-ink-well-
drowning-pool
Split the atoms of our trace.
Misbah Wolf 