The Fall
Z: From the third quarter we begin!
B: But I only know the start by the time it is gone.
Z:The page is starting for us, so we end up ahead is my rationale.
B: Ahead, my head outlines my eyes, and that separateness is reading.
Z: Separated like the quarters of the piece!
B: Yes, one block of time after another. I am in the block ahead.
Z: But therefore you are in the block behind.
B: Precisely, the truth and the present unravel their threads on different spools.
Z: The back and forth of parallel rhythms.
B: But you need both rhythms for the groove, the groove we are getting into.
Z: You compose reading from a dream.
B: Dreams are thrown, hearing catches, reading grabs.
Z: To grab you must throw your arm.
B: Composing my interpretation for myself.
Z: Well it is yours.
B Who am I?
Z: Body and mind.
B: Who are you?
Z: The spool of truth.
B: How do you know?
Z: I hold the whole, which is why I can divide it into quarters.
B: Then why start at the third quarter?
Z: Because the truth is present, and this is where you are at.
B: I am ahead of the beginning but before the end?
Z: Present, like me?
B: But shifting.
Z: Yet I am eternal.
B Eternity falls when spoken it seems.