Abjectly Unexaminable Space

When we decide amorphousness has grace,

it’s partly the result of taste: perception wed to a belief in symmetry –

a limitlessly querying investigation of the eye intent

on finding balance: employing such availing talents

as one’s vision has for sorting out the yin and yang, those Big Bang

opposites primordially offering their sense to everything. But I would

sever our Existence’ flight from all dependence on that sort of wing:

I think it’s odder: I think that formlessness is not just fodder for our

dreams of form. It’s what it seems: unborn, unshowable, unknowable.

There’s grace in its abjectly unexaminable space.






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