A Day Without
Comments (0) I went to Queering the Night this past Friday and the following is part of a writing exercise we were lead through.
It’s hard to think about a dream as an absence of something. A goal is supposed to be a destination, an end, a place, a ball through a hoop or in a net, crossing through a ribbon before anybody else. Dreaming of a day without is dreaming in the negative, dreaming of empty spaces and gaps in time.
To not have to think about transitioning, though, seems large enough to occupy all space and time. To not be in constant doubt, brought up short, glance behind, read into others reading into me.
To be, simply and purely myself, no caveats or footnotes. Who wouldn’t want that? Who can achieve it?
Space is empty without desire – the gaps between planets and memories can seem insurmountable. How to climb across such overwhelming chasms?
One foot at a time. In code.
Sneak up on it so it can’t tell you’re there – or you it – until one day you are.
I wonder at the eyes I see seeing myself. Whether they can strip me bear or scale my fortifications, whether their gaze can overwhelm my shields.
When does the shield become reality? Can the two merge and meld into a vision of the sublime? Can dream become reality?
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