Words refer to Words
They wrestle endlessly with each other in an infinite dance.
Yet we seek a center on which to rest.
A stable presence.
A final place where all is clear and movement is no more.
A final death.
But the resting point is a wishful fantasy.
The imaginary centers we've constructed,
the pockets of solidity in the pulsing membranes of the void,
must be dissolved, exposed to friction,
invited to dance.
This is Deconstruction.
Not a theory, not an idea,
but a practice.
To transcend the center
And dance within and beyond the words
(and the myriad structures which the words precede)
We must become