Lens & garter by Phillipe Vicente

The cave man foreboding his arrows & bones like a comet, sketches time’s abode. Under the loins of my work I’m measuring. I’m accelerating. I grind & my lenses become other gravity, or lugubrious monarchies. Where Einstein’s wrath pokes the knot time’s noose digitizes & widens not dimensionally, but with the elasticity of biology. ┬áTime’s wrath ticks too kindly. Continue reading Lens & garter by Phillipe Vicente