Is it because, this world is 66% then and 33% now.
that I remember your face not as it is, but as it was?
If your wings were black or white?
If your name was true?
What is history beyond a grand scroll, weathering
Unreliable narrators and half truths,
Winged vermin, holy spirit
That there is no such thing as a pure event.
History does not involve past events, historicizing is something that already bears on the present.
A pure spirit has neither a beginning nor an end and it never changes.
Ignorant to form, only categorized by its past.
there is no being behind doing, effecting, becoming;
Feathers catching wind on its ascent
"the doer" is merely a fiction added to the deed—the deed is everything.
Collected memory that we label as truth.
We remember the dove as pristine and white and so it is.
Only in its retelling does it become true
words are no good; words don't ever fit, even what they are trying to say.
Dove
Pigeon
Dove
Pigeon
Forget your labels, your name.
I advance for as long as forever is.
Searching for you.