maireandhsi

mare. one in galloping troika. on the shore. these began as early twentieth century sitters for a photgraph. two abreast, opposing three. pointing fingers at my own personal fraud. my bankruptcy.

a woman named maire. and a man regarded as h.s.i. twisted into a teeming frenzy of dapple greys, and piebald, black beauty. at full gallop headlong into the ocean.
i am slowly concluding that it is the only way my eyes can see. a preferrable existence. perhaps even enviable.
a loving embrace with all elements in summation and difference. a pile high with destruction and interference.
because we, in the broadest sense, have constructed our devices with the peculiar ablity to intake that which may or may not cause acute damage or possibly destroy them. inside out. vaccuums consume indescriminately. and eventually produce clouds of dust indescriminately.
what do i mean. what do i mean.
we as well. exhibit such qualities akin to vaccum.
i am only four paces from where i will be. and when there, only four paces more. onward to the ocean, so to speak.
in the meantime, within, pathways to infinity, unimaginable number.

possibilty, negotiation, tiny wars.

mare. and the sea.
maire and hsi.