the eye of the needle between now and then, dilates
and spasms, contracts or ever remains the same...
so the instant is that aperture through which consciousness wants to thread, does thread
or around which it evolves into an envelopment, a womb
at which center there is this empty eye of passage, again
peculiar and particularly sensational sensation the orgasm also goes by the name of CLIMAX in english metaphorically some peak or summit in the wave form rising
crash, bang, zoom also describe fleet moments, blinks of the eye
as do glitch, dodge, slam...
as do catalogue and abandon, for that matter
all the threshold, the ecstasies
in fact, it seems that language itself is nothing but an attempt to respond to or be within at every instant or, failing that, capture some small seed of it or in the case of poetry, invent itself into...
poetry chasing instants invents itself into it's own form of time...
into it's own ecstasis
but the word "instant" itself seems naked, unadorned, yes
instant types itself many spaces
the moment in a waiting room in a hospital as opposed to a train station
the moment one stops believing in santa claus
we can invent these words because we always have invented these words
jg
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