tickling interventions

every actual image surrounds itself within a cloud
of virtually orbiting particles that compose perception
in brownian motion overlaps evoking clouds of memories
caught and layered in concentric circles of coexisting
circuits, virtual in the sense of their occurrence across
a faster paceoftime than thought, faster than the time of
language, the notion of unthought caught up in its own
hyperbrevity, uncertainty like floating sparks that
pop the air with recombinant undecidables of (k)nots along
a planomenon of something much more fissive than Academe's
divide when language reigns pinklightinghailstonesandfog,
evokes remainders of a moment, furied storm of peace

until Sandra's largessed words
and l o o k i n g f o r w a r d late one afternoon
while the ochre sun was buttering her infant cheek
like whispers in the clouds, she winked,
"At least it proves. You are alive."