Exposé

Something as exposed as a child’s name in war. For the between, we must say nothing that but what is found beyond the many or the one. A certain vulnerability is a ladder whose rungs are seeing, and whose methods are of the Sun. There is a dead man who knows everything, but his language changes with each word he speaks. Because he died inside me. Something exposed. Vulnerable. The way he is always talking so carefully in the darkness. Like a mother’s concern that eternity won’t last longer that one heartbeat. Now is when he always dies. Something in that last moment in her womb, before the cataclysm. Like the actual stars falling into the dead man’s name. A gun made of time that shoots knowledge into shadows. The physical interference of matter with the essential transits of light.