We are compelled to return.



We are compelled to return.
To pursue apparitions in absolute nowhere.
To access, to reconnect with translucent selves.

Recreated daily in cloud mind.
Our discrete personae radiate urgency.
To communicate, to extend ourselves, to be forever.

Through all of space and each instant of time.
We access and edit our fractal identities.
Striving to become them, even as we create them.


Image: “The Return (New World 2011c)” by Tullio DeSantis, painted globe, ink drawing, and digital images, 2011


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