written, spoken, images, video, sound, edits and performed by Alin Diraduryan
full text as written and sound recording is below:
Because I am
there is no
what is
where I am
when I am
because I am.
…
but
I am
is not
because …of
when
where
what
I cannot be questioned
I cannot bear a gap
between I and I
Love
true love
only love
just love
love love
when love is
love love
he and she
living on
distinct time
are entangled
their feel
of
perpetuity
is mutual
but once
there was
a story
about a s/he
when s/he –
once
desire -s
for
-he and she-
a separation occurs
designing
-light years away from each other-
twin particles
of opposite charges
each living on another star
she conceives
much after
she gives birth
she gives birth
long before
they make love
to he
he : her true love
and she : the daughter of he
face
the accusation
that
loops the
fears
of the mundane
of conditionings
of the hidden
and stolen
human powers
not about them
becoming
half of one
but
the faulty was prescribed
for the sake of faultiness
to point at death
or of cycle creation
triggered by
the ejaculated shape
to become one matter
within the object of gravity
a living particle
they desired for
without knowing
what they desired for
it reshaped only while they desired
and they desired only while it reshaped
through the illusion of the visualized
through the precipitation of the finite
within the visualized
and yet
something escaped
as predicted
it was saved within the pure memory of the universe
to make more of its delusive particles
as nature goes
limiting eternal awareness
of the feminine and masculine oneness
dividing holiness into two
detaching mortal from the eternal awareness
dividing the divine into two
the method of nature’s flow
the method is pure
the method of nature’s flow
the method actions by their call
to make them one again
turning the cycle of
he got born from her
or she from his love
she remained immaculate
by the time
nobody knew only the moment of the birth
brought the godessness and the godliness to one
Newton’s apple fell on someone’s head
before the stumbled hit the ground
he saw the shooting star
it was there only because of the moment’s observation
not because of him
not because of the apple
not because the start really was there
nobody knew
he didn’t know
only we know
your memory makes the object of subject for him
for his romance
or tragedy of fall
He
does not exist until you build
him
through the object of these words
beware oh
before naively putting words on universe
creating temporary images
on pure memory
little films living in a puff
to come and go at a place that does not exist even
beware oh
before creating bars of our cage by thought born words
beware for ourselves
see until when you want be on exile as such
in the deserts of an ant’s abdominal heart
see until there is nothing to see
then be
because that’s all you can
because that’s all you are
because I is free
spoken version:
