Desire, opening out. As wide as the horizon. As wide as the coast … Your desire, horizon-wide. Horizon-annulling.
The infinite. The uttermost. Opening beyond this world and beyond every world. Beyond the sky. This sky, and all skies. Opening unto what. God? But what does God mean? Who is God anyway?
Desire, without limit. Untrammelled. Leading you where? Upwards. But up where?
Desire, raising its face, looking. Desire, the naked face, looking for … what? The face of another. The face of God? The eyes of God, to look into desire’s eyes.
God: that’s what we want to see. The face of God. That’s what our desire desires.
Desire itself. Yearning itself. Held in tension – absolute tension – with the world. Stretched – strained – as far as we can bear. Farther.
Ready for the reality-burst. Ready for the apocalypse. Ready for what is brighter than a thousand suns.
Work in Progress 