“I Don’t Know. Perhaps,
(thus: Stumbling) the next Day will Usher-In a Moment, of Which, I Will Know
Nothing Besides it Representing the Closing, a Mouth, a
Project, a Falsity, a Verbal
Transfusion of Regret that will be Slammed from the Mind for all Time; or Rather: the Body, to be but of Gut, thus Closed Off, and from and Within: the Heart; as if, this Next Day,
will Come in the Guise of a Plenum: Enveloped, Complete, Enraptured, in
the Precise Instant, I Comprehend: That
It Of Nothing…”
-Boris Izsus 2012
