And if I remained by the outmost seaAn unsubstantial territory (my roots are threaded like fibres in a flowerpot round and round about the world)
There was the faint cool kiss of sensuality when dew came onto my cheeks and shinsThe new gravityMake maps not photographs (detail)Perhaps we could imagine space as a simultaneity of stories-so-farExtraterrestrial garden historyEvery straight line the arc of an infinite circleEvery straight line the arc of an infinite circle (detail)A vast methodical fragmentO 0 O 0 he said (kissing the pineal eye)Space being mobile and persons being staticThat is all. One has been inThese times are unfriendly towards worlds alternative to this one