on what do the eyes
finally come to rest?
circumstances rest between rocks. (lyn hejinian)

what if we are
in a posthuman age? (lyotard)
we're still human.
what if the world as we find it (wittgenstein)
is not our world?
we have yet to make it.
we still have language. still
got each other.

+++

quietly to what
the body is bent to
  speak of thoughts changing into
  new forms
many thoughts are of no
  things.





and

pleasure is stubborn, in retrospect, with nowhere to end. maybe constructedness could take forever. 

(lyn hejinian)