“The Journey afterwards, is
another Journey passing unto
Judgment: like your Stare, as drawn-out as
a Riddle; full of Giddy and of Grace:
when I was a Child, I believed Devotion was Born in the Lungs, and thus: that taking-in akin to dragging (in), the
whole World, City, and Scene, with one Movement: a Breath, a Pulse, a
Puff:------àlike having Faith in what laid Behind me: was that House, that
Pulverized the Fear, that Begot my Conception of God; but Silly-Me, I Predict, and further-the-still,
the Habit of the Body, is to Dream, of what
still lies Ahead still: and in the Still, of this (is) Sight: I Dream, I think, of only you, as a God, Dreams only, and
ever still, of Chicago.”
-Boris Izsus 2012
