in the beginning

In the beginning was the word. Was there ever not the word? The word having been ‘here and there’, everywhere forever. We understand this even if it crumbles the mind. Why not call it the infinite, a timeless zone, the uncreated, before, beyond, behind creation; a zone that is no-zone, a place that is no-place, a nothing in which everything exists and doesn’t exist. When I make a mark on a blank page there is repetition, a recreation of a primordial moment in which courage is all: a flight into space and time that is a wrench, a shock and let’s be frank, a trauma that is itself a beginning. Naked and shamed we shiver, hunted and haunted; how do we protect our loved ones? And at the same time forge a path into what, following convention I will call the future.

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