Clint Cline ~ Diremptio • 45

Separation. Displacement. Asunder.
A boundary. A union. A contradiction.

Diremptio is incongruity and antithesis, in agreement; two planes in the same space separated by form, shape, color, depth, meaning; each a stilled moment in its own time joined in common boundary by a contrary moment, like fingerprints on a window, unique, separate, together. 

First time, it’s the first time I’ve
I’ve given up my struggle for control
I feel your hands support me as you hold

And I try, try to fight it, but why?
You need this as much as I do too
It’s lonely when nobody understands you

Then it all stops
And I breathe in white noise
Let myself drop in your eyes
For a minute, I’m lost
And I free-fall down these 32 floors
And I land in your arms, that’s trust

And I breathe in white noise
Let myself drop in your eyes
For a minute, I’m lost
And I free-fall down these 32 floors
And I land in your arms, that’s trust

Pressure, like the heavy, heavy flows between lips
If only I could freeze this
Pause it for a moment

And, balance
Meet the challenge, facing all our demons (facing all our demons)
We blossom like the seasons
We’ve both got our reasons

Then it all stops
And I breathe in white noise
Let myself drop in your eyes
For a minute, I’m lost
And I free-fall down these 32 floors
And I land in your arms, that’s trust

And I breathe in white noise
Let myself drop in your eyes
For a minute, I’m lost
And I free-fall down these 32 floors
And I land in your arms, that’s trust

Then it all stops
And I breathe in white noise
Let myself drop in your eyes
For a minute, I’m lost
And I free-fall down these 32 floors
And I land in your arms, that’s trust

And I breathe in white noise
Let myself drop in your eyes
For a minute, I’m lost
And I free-fall down these 32 floors
And I land in your arms, that’s trust

I think it’s appropriate.