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  • Writer's pictureAmelia Nicol

This Imaginary?

The visions between sight and the gaps of language left to the imaginary senses beyond sense that instruct with instinct, that derive potentials from medium to absorb in conditioning and gradient. These, same pathways and the recurb of newness or the ever pressing need to reconsider the futurism that must contain every part of everything, that must condition each accordingly. These mechanical bodies, they lift or pull in rotation and reference, in postural reflexes and repositioned spasms of thought or possibilities in movement. Always at ready, resting, or supposed in stillness or each anew with other potentials and significance decidable as the monitoring. The mythology in pushing weight or the retraction of selflessness as impossible to the movement of each of my limbs: gathered onto itself and expanding while contracting. Fluctuations of discernment in the devices commonly allotted the significance of emotions or movement that comes from imaginary, that frequents itself in that movement which is beyond will. Accuracy in the movement caused by imaginary space or the hillocks of sublimation that continue indefinitely and cannot be interrupted. The interruption of naming of imaginary event converges and converts itself almost immediately to random chaos and the continual decision of itself, as though decidable. As though any information where real enough to be decidable. Which accident could perform, what coincidence in thought or happenstance that could somehow meet it: that we cause and continue or and, that there is will beyond cause and continuance beyond collective. It is the power of the imagination that can make these connections for us, the abstracted self in parts of the scenery or landscaping around us, in parts of conversations caught from empty tables like the poet banker used to do. Could imagine the entire room was for me, could experience time as though it didn’t exist for the moments of pleasure. Could imagine being someplace else for those of pain. The events our imagination gives us, these almost tend to produce us, to conduct or entirely remove us from reality. Rhetorical platforming for words beyond sense for imaginary event, accuracy in record of incidents of accident and coincidence, as if those terms could never amount to as much as mythological construct bent on control or contortion of reality to Authoritarian deity or dialect. Narrative and dilemma shape contortions of fear and the reality of metaphysics as removed of skeptics, as impossible to limit or balance, as portents of supernatural festivities in the wake of intellectual property vs. metaphysical data. Imaginary is imaginary.

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