A Secant Query

Between Precision and Rightness

Wherein sometimes space requests a shoehorn...

Between Precision and Rightness

I Haven't Begun To Say

You make me feel this way: I am language for what hurts. You avoid me to a fault. The fault is simple, easy (curt). Letting go of anger? No way! Joy and Fear need Anger - need.

It's a need, access need. Access need (scared, flee, frightened)! As the crabs say - to fingers🦀. I have no beginning for you. I lost it like trees leaves. Like survivors spouces, like silence friends.

I haven't begun to show. What you pray I only tell.

Say it, barking words like gavels.

No. Access need meets simple fact. No. Access need meets base existence. No. Access need meets control span. No. Muscles won't do that. No. Care won't do that. No. Nothing is here for you.

Only: your pain has limited time. That may mean build a clock. But it does not necessitate one. That might mean have full control. But the control switch costs cents. And it needs all the sense. Control is, over every sense, control.

Control shapes, riverine, the sense away. The tool shapes arms like clay. And out the other side: relationship. Like marriage, as a clay sculpture. Divorce papers, signed by opening door. shattering sculpture on impact, door opening. Was it violence? Matter-of-fact? Is violence a matter of fact?

Haven't Even Begun To Say

Holding breath like awaiting news - fear. Holding breath like awaiting presence - joy. Holding breath like awaiting peace - anger. Not that anger isn't nothing. Anger is source, base - pure malice. Love and malice are absolute synonyms. One is nothing, the other everything. (And which which, dependant on context.)

Fear and Joy are contextual degenerates. Absence of fear and joy: anger. This is malice (this is love): fearless, joyless, wonderless, restful, wordful - full. Fear and joy are unmeshed bones. Without tissue, they fuse into one.

With tissue: they have slack - play. They can move, they are hinged. A hinge is information, like a pivot. Alive, a living hinge (a word)🪆

Money - liquid assets - soothe like efflusion. Swelling a relationship between two people. Swelling an area between two emotions. Swelling the space between meeting ends. How an impacted cosmos might swell.

Severe osteoarthritis is bone-on-bone. Severe poverty is pain-on-pain. Severe anything is need-on-need. Joy and fear have meeting ends. Both ends stem from malice (love).

Joy and fear need language, cartilage. They otherwise rub against one another. Over generations - time is this language. Over immediate timescales, pain steps in. Pain and time are one entity. How love and malice are one entity. How a beginning and end are.

Haven't Begun To Even Say

Ends meet - joy and fear meet. Newness and closeness can feel immediate. The present day is all-new closeness. The present time is so close (newness). Joint pain can feel unintegratable, unfathomable. Joy and fear meeting? No way! Only, that's what wonder is.

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A beginning can feel so new! Anything can happen. All the world is tentative, listening. And all the world starving, undecided. How it all is, at onset. Like private information is never possible. Shoulder-to-shoulder with stars, quarks.

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An end can feel so close! How a bus can feel close. Or a train, or a car. Sitting shoulder to shoulder with one. How it once was, at onset. Like public information is never possible. Neither star nor quark r(actually)eachable.

Any sense of coinage is minted. Any sense of sides, or bones. It's all one bone, dividing. One cell, dividing (one need, dividing). The choice is: in what scale. What scale are we reaching from. What joint does this scale tend.

Seeing words a river fine, look. Only sight doesn't clean cells. That's what the spleen does. Malaria does not survive the trip. So the cell, infected, stops going. How a person, infected, stops showering. A spleen is a cellular bathhouse. A human is a single cell.

A cell is the coinage, writing. Promise, legal tender, price, liquid asset. A bone is the cellular mint. Joy is a mint, fear is. Joy of thisness. Fear of thatness. Meeting hurting found language, sharing meaning.

What Were We Talking About

🦀 - a reference to a youtube video of someone voicing over tiny crabs crawling on a scuba hand

🪆 - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Living_hinge