Now there is waged a war
of spectacles, and it is
always urgent to extin-
guish the alien vision.
It isn't what we resemble
as we assimilate informa-
tion. It isn't how we look
as we think about it, to-
gether. It is that we do.
Therefore, it isn't ever
even, what we listen to,
that sparks the blaze we
didn't light. This is set
by a nature we share. The
moldings may be a bruise,
may be a caress; beneath
them, something stays.
It's that it is in us, to
listen, that not a thing
can ever stop. The war is
against vitality. When we
fall, we only rise. How
horrible we must look, we
allow anyone always to say.
It is the fairest slight.
Luke Edward Hall
project for a framing
2015©
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