my position that dusk

I remember that evening.

It was like numerous other evenings when I could only be so lucky to have been spotted, and to have squinted, as you gently landed your distance on my face. We were in such hurry, almost desperate to realise the inevitable: I was racing towards ‘the next happening’ while you had more important surfaces. But in that instant, I had already come to understand the depth of your story, and my position that dusk – like you had meant for me.

Such was my happening.

an arm's length construction

On a night that moves along
sideways,
I can only push my black pieces towards
you, and
pivot on your shoulder.
You pour me an arm’s length,
answering me with
some grey.

Look!

We are anti-gravity cranes
defining the perimeter
of our land with
alternating white...

the method

The method was to pull the rug from underneath the crystal ball so that it rolls and crashes against a non-partisan wall - where 2 fish will emerge as they had been before: intact but forever withdrawl

但願人長久

明月幾時有　
把酒問青天
不知天上宮闕　
今夕是何年
我欲乘風歸去　
唯恐瓊樓玉宇　
高處不勝寒
起舞弄清影　
何似在人間

轉朱閣　低綺戶　照無眠
不應有恨　何事長向別時圓　別時圓

人有悲歡離合　月有陰晴圓缺
此事古難全　
但願人長久　千里共嬋娟

-蘇軾

Upon the plain of black and white,

it will be greycast;
but never has it been
more certain than when our pre-
technicolour hearts
(interweave and then) collapse into
a valley of monochromatic green,
where my castle
is vessel to your queen.