23 Aug 2013

This Multitude of Call

them that are, already. standing there, in their shape. in rows, in various shades, of black, white grey. all surrounded by black - not darkness, but black. deep black; black of depth and sustenance. and there you are too, riding them, walking them, striding them, almost one of them, as they rise to meet you doing so. the black is steady - it agrees, it doesn't ask or answer, but steadies and sustains all of this, as you go on. not a part, but what is here accepts the differences, and in doing so, nullifies it. as you walk on, guaranteed amongst the shaping, the shading, this multitude of call