Arising alone I retrace these dancing paths that converge as “me-here”.  A rushing wind in darkness rises and falls as gestures which find no voice.  Lightening from awe-spilled stars – signs, a place of kindredness, reconstituting and deconstituting as moments that coalesce through wildly varying spaces.  Receding from echoless abyss, ‘I’ crashes in thunderous waves gathering themselves from the moment of death.  A tumultuous swell throws itself toward lunar rhythms freeing spirit as lighted mists yet crashing through temporal sands and dispersing.  Then, this moment which releases all other moments, this stillness which overflows itself towards anticipation of movement.  A pause.  Fluidtious stirring, not yet amnesic, resonates with all deaths of tragedy.  This moment when worlding rests and glittering silence gurgles through the ambiguity of things.