IV.

The face of the conquering world. We
watch it move counterpoise to our
deepest desire, to our bold and
heat-seeking aspirations. Its
contours alternate between rippling
lines and depressions that disappear
into a voiceless womb we can not call
our own. A figure runs in the middle
of dense perception. He resists the
hand that reaches out to grab him.
A woman's voice mocks his apparent
heroism. Invisible arguments of a
vicious kind compels the mind to a
new gesture, to comprehend that aspect
of the argument not yet understood.
It is, no doubt, where the line meets
and how it flies perpendicular into the
sense of self, on behalf of the active
world. And so, erasing lines that move
us the most. Knowledge comes to identify
a host of objects and objects cross paths
in a precise way to spark the first strains
of music; rising and dying it tempts us
forward, forward against the face of the
wrathful world.