Mood Piece February 26 2018

She was unfolding, expansive, every part stretching out into the limits of conception. In and out decomposing into greater and greater unity until all her borders and obstacles faded into a half remembered past. Calm and ecstatic, her self wandering serpentine gyre toward...Stretched thin, an endless flatness claimed her dimension and washed out the plurality of color and tone. Every conquered new heralded a nascent strained crack in her core, each revelation prefiguring silence. Perhaps it could all be folded back inside her, new creases set, leveraged again into structure and form; decomposition toward complexity. Perhaps. But inertia was a roaring hydra, and time would claim its due.