I wait for the end of the world.

A compound of *wer "man" and *ald "age” from the Dutch wereld or proto-germanic *weraldi’, the etymology of the word world literally translates to ‘Age of Man’

I sit, sharpened and open armed, tired eyed in the textured dirt and hope for the end of it.

Let us create new worlds that sing in words our mouths can't speak yet

Let us find new modes of being-with one another, muddled and messy in the mud

Let us dance to the rhythm of difference that is living

‘I am suggesting that atmospheric attunements are a process of what Heidegger called worlding - an intimate, compositional process of dwelling in spaces that bears, gestures, gestates, worlds. Here, things matter not because of how they are represented but because they have qualities, rhythms, forces, relations, and movements.’

Kathleen Stewart, Attunements: 445

‘Conjugate deterritorialized flows. Follow the plants: you start by delimiting a first line consisting of circles of convergence around successive singularities; then you see whether inside that line new circles of convergence establish themselves, with new points located outside the limits and in other directions. Write, form a rhizome, increase your territory by deterritorialization, extend the line of flight to the point where it becomes an abstract machine covering the entire plane of consistency.’

Deleuze and Guattari, A Thousand Plateaus: 11

pulled down by the current
cicadas ring raucous in my ears
in a swirling curling liquid serpent
world made deeper by my tears

you hand me a shell and say this is my home
a delicate calcium vortex

breathy whispers of memory bubble out foam
I climb into the smooth pink fortress

I can feel my body
melting
icy water
steaming air

I taste your balsam breath as you consume me

somewhere I hear your prayer
as the atoms all dissolve

and we grow into a single tree