DEFINITION OF AN INSTANT

“The deity so designated… as Khronos, a space of time” (Cicero, 45 B. C.) An instant is a gust that stirred in million mirrors reflections of your face. An instant is a Proust in Boulevard Haussmann diggs, a paradise unlost, & unsaved, behind the walls of memory; a diehard, self-searching gaze across the wasteland of the Past. An instant is augúst you’d say – a droplet of celestial blood spilt in patricidal circumcision by Time’s suicidal lust. According to the vagrants keen on world’s primal news, Time’s a shaman! Watch his hands unleash their fine tricks: - the snowflakes’ slow dance, - fortissimo of the wind music, - the runes of flying leaves… In all of these, the instants of lives past – like drops of rains that rustled through the centuries of Rome. In the worldwide theater of grief under the zodiac’s dome – one’s doppelganger’s double: Ka – cast molded from the silence of the murdered mime. Deep in the instant’s mirror. On the tongue’s tip. Furlong time. Copyright 2014 Roman Pines