Pulsations of Forms

The second cracks open,

in a single beat.

Visible is only sediment.

From the buried mass,

a remanence.

Contours collide,

figures diffracted,

torn lattices.

Stretches the flesh

of becomings.

A rain falls,

floods,

and drowns the multitude.

Persistence of absences,

biting into presences.

Each shard is.

What remains within

is not silence.

Latency is density.

Everything begins again.

Thwarted is the flow,

unable to be everything while being.

Constrained, it cleaves its fragments.

Constant oscillation,

restraint against expansion.

Invisible against manifest.

One contour alone must hold.

One body alone must speak.

One shard alone must assert itself.

In tension the rest remains.

Field of inner scars,

stacked beneath the skin of the visible.

What appears is already amputated.

What remains is already too much.

One single figure

rises,

trembling with all that could not be born.

Pulsation of forms.