Friday, November 1, 2013
Jennifer in Silver City, New Mexico #153 (Hyperreality)
They're both lost and terribly alone in the sky. They've each experienced the sensations of ascension and are individually aware of the limitations of their crest. Hiding in the attic, pressing against the skylight; the human face was crowned with soft, blue light. Anyone who saw this face understood the meaning of the word eternal. Rising, creating countries in the night. Even so, exposing isn't healing and our light remains fractured when we stare at our reflection in the water.