Nothingness at Boiling Point

When you gaze into the heart of an inferior crystal, you do not know that you are diving into brutal clarity. Losing your eyes to a blur is sometimes, the bestowal of true vision, your beginning to see the invisible. And because you ‘become’ the sense, you cannot then shut your eyes to the power that is. Nothingness at Boiling Point is the poetess’ exploration of the inferior crystal of her life. She admits to her slipping into a spiraling honeycomb and to her living an ‘eye’ since then. Largely confessional, the book alludes to the translucence of reality.