Here the passage wins. The streaks rise through the ordered light and refuse to belong to it - each one a life crossing a field it did not build and cannot keep. The pattern holds, but only just. Motion is the truth of this board.
Somewhere its partner hangs, quieter, insisting the opposite. Neither is wrong. Turn and find the other, and watch the two motions lean until they meet in the space you’re standing in.
becoming
Here the passage wins. The streaks rise through the ordered light and refuse to belong to it - each one a life crossing a field it did not build and cannot keep. The pattern holds, but only just. Motion is the truth of this board.
Somewhere its partner hangs, quieter, insisting the opposite. Neither is wrong. Turn and find the other, and watch the two motions lean until they meet in the space you’re standing in.
becoming
