NamelessNamelessBy: Justin Sunday There once was a person, whose deeds are remembered, but whose name, and gender, have been forgotten in time. This person lived in a place where others reflected very little on their existence. Oh, they lived; they fought, toiled, ate, drank, and loved passionately. However, our forgotten person, whose name is lost, did reflect on the nature of their existence and the world in which they lived. It is remembered that one day, Nameless spied a cloud in the sky that glowed with refracted rays of sunset light. Nameless took pause and imagined a tunnel surrounding all vision. Nameless' vision became excluded to a point that rested on the cloud, alone of all things. Time had stopped for Nameless. The winds could rip and tear through Nameless' world, yet would not, could not, tear away Nameless' obsession. Unfortunately
Birth of a PassionLight composes a cornucopiaand corneas peel away softlyas pupillae contract and dilateexposing rods and conesabsorbing and devouringthat which is insubstantial.Tasteless, yet covetedby an insatiable desireto relish what stimulateswithout caress:that which illuminates.Mirrors and miragesmanage to manipulatemany manifestationsin a manic mind.Flashing impulses singalong synapses into websof associations that develop desireswithout proper purpose.Glittering like diamondscutting effigies into absence itself;engraving memoriesinto the everlasting.Pull back the gyri,prod into the sulci,nudge away at nostalgia.Contradictory voluntary reflexesdescend tracts and barrageupon the digits;shake them and extend themrestlessly.Motion is initiatedand the cerebrum burns aglow,translating that which originally energized,into a passion that will never succumb.