Between the Clock and the Bed Between Edvard Munch and Jasper Johns

comprehension lingers just outside the frame I'm conscious I linger just inside meaning cannot be construed by looking at the linear piece by piece connected time to occupied space to empty space I hover in the centre backdrop screams of chaos and order if you tear off the corners I still stand framed I am present here yet exist in just this space just this time the hatchings of interconnectivity unbroken should I cease to be everything can meld and fit heal over forever stands a space flickering between occupation and emptiness faster than the eye can see the abstract slowed it down where the mind tries to comprehend a blur make sense of how we fill a space maybe I fall into slumber or through the door to somewhere I can't forever be between the clock and the bed not now I am aware the darkness congests the surroundings to taint my space but beyond that colour and texture I'll stand still for now take it all in