Literature Is Capable Of Being A Subject

Even The Brightest Magnesium Flare Can Do Little Against Such Dark Except Blind The Eyes Of The One Holding It. Thus One Craves What By Seeing One Has In Fact Not Seen.

Maybe You Saw Her First? Caught A Glimpse Between The Lines, Between The Letters, Like A Ghost In The Mirror, A Ghost In The Wings?

Stories Heard But Not Recalled. Letters Too. Words Filling My Head. Fragmenting Like Artillery Shells. Shrapnel, Like Syllables, Flying Everywhere. Terrible Syllables. Sharp Cracked. Traveling At Murderous Speed. Tearing Through It All In A Very, Very Bad Inreparable Way.

Physics Depends On A Universe Infinitely Centred On An Equals Sign.

Scars Are The Paler Pain Of Survival Received Unwillingly And Displayed In The Language Of Injury.