Breathe in, hold and release. Right there, you exist in space, expansive space. Space turned to place. Who dictate it to be? Ticking time, moulding place, encrypting strides onto void space.
Conscious query looms the membrane laden with reverberating encounters boomeranging over a millennium.
Before custodial definitions, we linger in space; vessels hold us tightly in place; all dimensions, conditioned to be learned.
First outward breath, tick of the hand, time of living; date of birth recorded, ushered into the accumulating tallies.
Projected ending, taxation collected at every last breath drawn, witnessed and recorded.
Modern worlds, holding and fragmenting space, cementing places, time invent able.
The conqueror’s time scripting space, altering and defining its engagement. Let's reflect and define here what writing in place stands for in this piece.
Here, I ask again for a deep breath, hold and feel it. Let the feeling linger, explore the expansive forms of existence, the uninterrupted possibilities demanding reclamation; hanging in balance, facing off the wrecking force that is hyper imperialism.