“Begin and rebegin to … replunge us into the foam indefinitely dissipating the grains of sand innumerably enumerated by the light when all this i remember and again remember that unforgettable moment that moment of poetry of twenty-five years ago when i saw on the page and began the beginning of reading the first syllables the first lines immense and long and taut of the GALAXIES.” Roubaud, in Perloff, P. Unoriginal Genius (pg 78).

“Memory, which keeps this synthesis “in mind” even after its object has vanished; and imagination, which enriches perception and, coupled to reason, can conceive of new ways to achieve a goal.” Deheane, S. Reading in the Brain (pg 321).

“Hearing, after all, is a specialized form of the sense of touch.” Sullivan, A. The Seventh Dragon (pg 5).

I felt inspired by the blurring of the lines between prose and poetry, and wanted to imitate Roubaud’s style in my own voice while blurring the lines between memory and imagination.

Feelings of sound vanish, objects of sight vanish, taste of smells vanish but are kept alive in our cortical workspace where neurons meld and mold memory and imagination to create and recreate the future where the warm splash of memory will rise, as tangible as fog, and as eternal as the silent silence echoing between the stars where life and light and choice evaporate into the re-remembering of the neuronal recycling of clouds, in white amorphous masses while i lie on the soft green hillside, touching the world around without sight, and the world, reaching out to touch me with the vibrations of movement through sound (all we hear, condensed into one small word) reverberating and reflecting the tiny bones in my ears which bring me back to this world, having dragged myself out of the earthen air of unconsciousness and into the blue of this reality where my finger strikes a key, strikes a string, rolling one sound upon another, painting time, until i stop and the facets of meaning caressing my ear slowly disintegrate into the space between stars.