day 82

I like to know what it means to like.
body, body and the souls in between that we cannot
see, along with the likeness of being someone else we fail
to recognise as intimately us
,
which this blindness burdens us with the unbearable weight of liking ourselves.

with the free prose, I traverse from the lightness of non-presence to -
the hyphen and a presence, enigmas that come before me,
I like - and that is the spectral liminal that escapes us,
and in liking myself, I also fail to see the hyphen
-
which this reminder now should also burden us with the bearable weight of liking words.

I like -
the heteronymy of words and marks that haunts and procreates the spectres and zombies of presence and absence
I like -
the cognitive capture that places a being in relation with anOther; hence, possibilities that a encounter posits.
I like -
You.

Choose:
the naked truth of being striped,
or
the covered truth of being sheltered

in this ostensible spectacle that is this world
I like -

I forget to like.