michael mullin
Transmutative experiments and explorations of self and other.

contact: michaelanthonymullin@gmail.com

Syncretic Neologism

There could be a time but it has become forgotten

The universal time with the ontology of histories instead of presence

An ontology that has deteriorated

A place in space that doesn’t hold the possibility

Of the pure and spatial being

But everything is cast into time

Where I am unable to understand

To divide

Away from longing for the unknown

The unknowable and its meaning

And here is where it all is

All the light that leads to emptiness

And that emptiness

That absence is beauty

That absence is being

As it is found in death and dissolution

Being finite in my lexicon of words and experiences

It is the intangible

The incorporeal

The unanswerable questions which cannot be breached

That defines

Shapes

Sculpts

Warps

Describes the limits

Possibilities of human existence

And I seem light?

What cannot be guessed or calculated?

What must be unveiled?

Uncovered?

Conquered?

All that is unimaginable

Where I meet you

For each limb that crumbles I would wonder where and when I am?

What is this longing?

Each cell that is shed is progressive transformation

Transmutation   ­­­­

Every single point of dissolution

Divorces the object of experience from the object of knowledge

Becomes object language

Truth events

Being finite

Something we can’t keep or cancel

This is reflexive investigation

Being final

I am not unveiling

I am forming

Being fine

Being a moth disoriented by the light above my head

Be without a hallow shell of ideology

or

Catalyst contingencies

Flatten out the suspense

Because its just withheld information

Where I am tired of being

In a single universe unconnected

Always ill but never dead

Eventuality unbeknownst to me

Without conflated moieties

Hermaphrodites instead split in two

Left to wander

Without being together

Being-towards-death

Where “we” doesn’t exist at all

Where on TV are we?

There could be a time

A place in space

Where I am unable

To divide

Being finite

For each limb that crumbles

Each cell that is shed

Every single point of

Dissolution

Being finite

Being final

Being fine

Being

Be

B

Flat

Where I

Doesn’t exist at all

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