Lossy

John Colosimo (colosimophotography.com)/ESO,
"A Galactic view from the Observation Deck," 2015

This body, walking, contains and creates much too much
information to share with you. If digitized, this walking—
streamed to the cloud in a fine-grained flow of Big Data—
would stop. The only cloud vast enough to hold this body
walking might be the Large Magellanic. I need to be lossy
in transmission, an imperfect translation of a physiology
of forward motion (mine) on a sandy path (recollected) to
language that elides as much as it reveals. Poetry is lossy,
just like me. This self is not identical to this body walking;
it’s constructed, compressed, an algorithm with which we
can search for what’s needed to reconstruct the whole of
this body, walking, stumbling towards what’s still unseen.