Before the retina drinks the light,
it becomes the light.
Outside the skin, the air hesitates—
where does the self begin?
A border becomes a lie
the moment it is drawn.
To dissolve is not to disappear,
but to become something larger.
Before the retina
drinks the light
it becomes the light
Outside the skin
the air hesitates—
where does
the self
begin
A border
becomes a lie
the moment
it is drawn
To dissolve
is not to disappear
but to become
something
larger