leave the solid pattern, the luring green of stagnant pools
& penetrate beneath the surface of this image:
my eyes cold & curious, impersonal pinholes, hostile
to this shit-bag body stuffed with raw meat and fat and bone.
Slip out, become the other, vaguely distasteful
and strangely exciting.
Capture my fleeting cells and frame them in experience
built on splinters of consciousness, reshuffled constantly and loosely connected
to form beautified memories, efficient & functional, designed to fit yours
related work: '[confusion](/Confusion)' 1998
audio text work: '[in solitude](/Insolitude)' 1999