the_projectionist tender square feeds another reel through spool, the translucent snapshots of past lives kept hidden in rusted tin canisters. at twenty-four flutters per second, the frames engulf the screen, this profusion of light unyielding. he is one of the earliest constellations named; he resides in heaven’s fifth house: orpheus plucks his lyre and memory resonates with each nerve struck. tell me i am too quick to live in absolutes— wanting to turn from what is unknowable, longing to stand in what is seen. let my gaze imbue with possibility. please. 211003 ... unhinged such a natural thing to do but not usually all that helpful i have had to remind myself many times since i met him that he is his own unique person and anything other men have done to me has nothing to do with him. that i am not the only person in his life and the reality of him living five states away makes possessive jealousy a waste of both of our time miksang visual beauty before the projection of value judgements (art based tonglen; expanding the circle of beauty) 211003 what's it to you? who go blather from