Snares With A Vacuum

Receding as she walks into the room, rang her silent serenity, vacant gone her stares; amidst boisterous mingling chatter she sits alone keeping company with her solitude. Can anyone see her magic breathing life into them? Breathing zest into the room of life but is herself regretfully and painfully alive.

In the presence of all she recedes to allow room for their inner personalities to obviate restraint; she walks into the earth, walks into the earth all the while receding from it, feeling all within, deigning weakness so that we may dare be strong.

She has jurisdiction to change the self of others by flagrantly exposing each, and all, to more of themselves; a cognac of yourself she pours forth you, Cognac pour yourself forth, before you have a chance to prepare a rearguard you have overflowed yourself all over the floor and all over the walls, spilling blistering yourself into a density of subtracting air, you poured yourself out and now layer her vacuum atmosphere, gasping so your Domaine doesn’t suffocate, you yell louder to hear her better, your hand busying canvas, painting exorbitant possessions so that she can still feel herself inside of the drama earth, earth… Domaine fainting from your exorbitant presence, yelling as you barely have enough oils to cover the vastly blank canvas “You are because I am!” and to confirm it you have poured yourself all over the floor and over the walls, magnifying you, a you to the tenth power diluting to touch her inaudible voice, her language scarcely reaching your earlobe, before her reaching recession becomes unobtainable by your diluted cognac, this cognac you, engulfing everything only to be nearer her… inebriated Cognac stupor… Receding as she walks into your life.

RC