IMPROMPTU

I have to feel as I am due to the significance of the pure expression. Is there in the wall, a non-resilient brick? A way of breaking through the weak spot of the opponent’s potential? Mirror to mirror, a butterfly with damaged wings and the opportunistic recluse, reflecting each other’s dreams, funny faces and all. Because everything is a game in the end, from the mitochondrial level to the dispersed inconsistence in between… stages of the personal story, like screens, slid to maintain busy, creating the illusion of purpose; that is the way of the maker. There is a little army ready to mobilize at any given moment; it works on my side and it is always in alert mode. Such a pity that the convenience seems ungraspable, that hope is a forbidden word and everything that could really help is forgotten. What tinkles recklessly challenging the silence could become salvation, an excuse to ponder somehow. I declare myself responsible of receiving judgments and become their caged bird. The totality of my longing being rests in the idea of honest warmth, keen for correspondence, ideally involved in a happy entanglement. Now tell me that I am incurably crazy, by all means I will defend this blessed state.  I perceived a glimmering insight at dawn, in the cradle where all possibilities mingle, screaming to be sufficient. Then I fused with the thought, as a wriggling body swimming against the current in tropical waters, without expectations in my direction. I find certain pleasure in the wandering, in the day dreaming, in the anticipation. And I paint a brave vendor that sells goods to the reluctant while the world turns, standing in a corner, with eyes in both sides of the angle of my biased arrival. My hat is off to this singular figure, long-limbed quixotic knight-errant. It may be for some outward appearance, as I said, I build castles in my attic’s shadows by some uncertain origin inclination. I come back again to the source, asking questions to the oracle, recalling memories from further beyond, where there is emptiness coexisting with all.  Like an animal biting its own tail, causing storms in some other orbiting hologram, provoking guardian angels to convene general assembly, that is the consequence of your spiraling acts… because you were meant to bring together nations, and instead of that you are affecting the seasons, with the only power of those petty trivialities, moving force of your own private universe. B_Nour