Alternate:Words

Far away there, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker.

I do not want to be, no I cannot be silent about that which is not here, yet, that which is no there, yet, but that which is far away there, out in the distance, drawing ever closer, step by step, beat by beat. Not by our own devices but by those of powers not belonging to us, those times and waves and changes and beautiful lights in splendid delights. It rushes, flows and jumps like gazelles of programmatic structure, like fluttering hummingbirds of chronographic origins, like stardust, comets of the heart. Can you gather time in your chest, can you carry it in your bosom, like blossoms, budding epiphanies, but oh so elusive, so equivocal, equivalent to moments lasting indefinitely? I am here, I am there, out on the fields of magnetic resonances, electric chatters, frozen lights and boundless flights. In my eyes I see, see the essence of time right here, right there, far away there. Lonely trees of abandoned wishes and dreams, ready to blossom in the wake of a mesmerizing flood of utterly indelible memories. Can you hear their polyphony, decipher their anatomy?

© Thorsten Becker

I recommend reading this while listening to The Best of Vangelis (especially 'Spiral') as the tracks in conjunction with the photo inspired this prose.

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