“Across this expansive and cosmic piece, arguably his finest work to date, Perri muses on the possibilities of what can and cannot be: the complete divesting of one’s own ego (“Any answer, a question remains / To flourish and without expansion or gain?) and the bittersweet melancholy of romanticized nostalgia (Black, brown, red, blue, yellow, green, and white / Seen and understood in each its own right / And how freely goes a child at night / In another life?”) These existential meditations are fulfilling in their poetic ambiguity, the inherit sadness of the unknown, and the beauty that is also inherent in that unknowing. Indeed, this is how Perri walks on the moon, each step moving him up to a spiritual lightness that feels like floating. No matter the wait, how generous of him to invite us along. words / c depasquale” Source
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