Dead Paper

"My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!
And yet they seem alive and quivering..."

*all collages and poems are original works by Dead Paper



Forward
Backward
in a moment,
in a second,
in a fraction
of the blink
of an eye,
it will happen. 
stay with me,
hold your breath,
and maybe we’ll catch
an infinitesimal glimpse
beyond the infinite—
a brief flash of beauty,
of light,
of hidden life
continuing on
somewhere past
the ripped fabric
of space and time.

in a moment,

in a second,

in a fraction

of the blink

of an eye,

it will happen. 

stay with me,

hold your breath,

and maybe we’ll catch

an infinitesimal glimpse

beyond the infinite—

a brief flash of beauty,

of light,

of hidden life

continuing on

somewhere past

the ripped fabric

of space and time.