on a tide of time

I’m so conscious of the evanescence of experience, so conscious of the fact that everything we do, everybody we know, is carried along on a tide of time and will disappear, that I have a strong sense of wanting to pin experience down before it disappears.

Frank Auerbach

nothing can be pinned down, though~

however frail

go to: however series

for a while

from time to time, a bridge rises out of the darkness of the heart.

there is the grace of the unforeseen, gestures finding each other, as if in a mirror, there is the gentleness of wonder, the wild joy of being, finally, understood, held in the palm of another, across the abyss.
souls strive toward light as pale crocuses, an orange flame of love tearing through them, toward the sky. for a while, there is knowing and sweet unknowing, mouths and fingers fit as if pieces of a puzzle which fall into place, for a while, the death one carries within suddenly doesn't matter, there is the glimpse of skin aglow with shared silences, there is green.

then the bridge recedes into the darkness of hearts.

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twilight on the red bridge

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