Gabriel’s horn
Portsmouth November 1st -14th: 2 weeks pass – same dreams inside my head bleed through into the outside with a different angle – find myself woken – often broken – induced to swim against tide – the wrong sort of ‘leaves’ on the line – tickets accepted on ‘all other routes’ – delay of 300ms – people become the nemesis I long to avoid in both worlds but I keep coming back – 2 weeks thinking and preparing – 2 weeks difference dreaming till she arrives – contemplating not connective white matter but dark cold matters measured in Kelvin – lightyears from home.
She is coming – but today a day to analyze the clicks and thumps of magnetic charges flowing through supercooled conductors – flux – flux – flux switching on and off – reversed polarity spin – all cut looped and repeated in sequences yet slowed in pitch and fe.roc.i.ty.
Returning week 2 – silver planet resting upon the floor unmoved – seated side by side I see your fingers move back and forth – calming – returning me to a Serpentine cove safe and warm – she comes – she comes to greet me.
Accidental found works as words picked from a desk on A4 paper:
ERROR: Limitcheck
offending command: image.
We unwrap together our liberation within silver boxes – Experimentation will begin in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1,
