A sentence is hard for a sudden to spin into space.
See the hand perch on to fish out on the limb so to speak?
It’s not to place but the verge of,
a breath only a comment can clear the way to.
The distant scars.
There’s no question
of diversion, the willingness
to hug a huge
escape to right where
you never left. The unsuspected masses,
collapses into itself a self.
This is what is meant by cement.
—Douglas Messerli, “Causes of the Crack Up: An Explication”
Photography Credit Elizabeth Moran via Ain’t Bad Magazine