Fusion
Fusion.
John finds the fusion of truth and fiction amongst the road stretching curves of the imagination.
Whatever is (to be) made of this?
The space "underneath the logical mind" zips through, or, does it now gallop? Floated like blooms of fused memories on the water of the purple.
Similarly inclined, I find the teetering edge, truth and fiction fuse, mind and heart also underway in their blur.
Someone heralds the future, man in reverie. The future cascades. Is it John's prose evocations, findings, effusions?
Bloom.
something I have always loved in your work is the ability to show mechanical creativity. like the inner workings and logic of an otherwise unexplainable thing. it's hard for me to verbalize, but those are the words that come to mind when I read it.