Nameless Territory

What follows is not.

What follows is.

Disembodied testimony.

No structure can contain what comes before form.

No sentence can speak what passes through it.

Every word will fail.

Failures will become marks of success,

within them lies the opening.

The opening is not a call.

Shadows of an invisible movement,

their outline shaped

by the language that carries them,

and by the eye that receives them.

Infinity of possibles.

Meaning hides in the formless,

and fades within the essential.

Nothing is certain.

The undecided weds the true.

Some read what they cannot hear.

Others hear without recognizing.

A few recognize what cannot be structured.

Nameless territory.

One life.

Another.

Simultaneously.

Neutrality of opposites.

Uncertain vibrations.

Here, solitude has no meaning.

It belongs to the earth.

The echo will

be autonomous. Whether mute or propagated,

it

will have existed.

Disembodied testimony.

Nameless territory.