border prism, part 3

The sky above his yellow state borders, watchful, and arms his watchful gaze. But he rarely acts. The state, because he is a state, is armed with, perpetually, his watchful gaze. But behind his screen, which he also is, he rarely acts. He, the horizon, is perpetually behind the border, his screen, which is also separating self from the other consciousness, or the unconscious horizon. The other Texas border separates self from the rest of the world, one other consciousness from unconsciousness.

One world goes one way, another goes to Texas. From the rest, the others of the world shouldn’t interfere. One world goes the way of another except for the ants. His goes as the other consciousness comes. They shouldn’t interfere from somewhere, except for the spacious ants. They go in back of him. He can’t look. Consciousness comes back from there, from somewhere it doesn’t want to. But, spacious, in back of there, is space behind him. But he can’t just look back, a step there he doesn’t want.

Back from his screen, he’s there, his face pressed into space behind him, into the world. But if he just took his body behind, a step back, from his screen, his head would go into the hole, his face would press into the world. But he goes. He could just step his body back behind the hole and look at all the stars where his head goes around him. He could just gather them in his step, place them back and look at all.

On the stars around each fingertip, this is him, where he loses, gathers them in himself, hands placed at the center of one on each fingertip. This is where he, the hierarchy, loses, where he, in dreams, becomes himself, one, to the center, with it. The spaciousness of the hierarchy is where god looking out in dreams becomes all directions. One with it, from the center of spaciousness, of the universe, each star of god is looking out from a possible world.

(to part 2)