the sea and sky have had a meeting. they have had a meeting
to discuss why they must always be separate though they appear
to meet. each wants to be subsumed in the other, engulfed
completely like two tongues between mouths. they want to know
why this invisible barrier stands between them, why they are
permitted to see but not feel, why this forced estangement.
they are tired of this sham. i am the horizon, the division,
the source of illusion. it is my fault that people are fooled into
thinking they touch when they do not. they say that i am
the problem. they have placed the blame on me.
modeling project: saul williams