Tuesday, April 3, 2018

Our Law

That everything we think
and see and do is fiction
has, we're sure, to be the source
of every blessing and affliction.
Through ear and nose and eye
the brain transforms
the storm of stimuli
we can’t not be engulfed by
into sensibility, as stripped
of friction and bewilderment
as desperate measures in the mind
can make it. Our law depends
upon forsaking what we really saw.
Whatever the infinity from which
we sieve the sensible may be,
we couldn’t take it raw.
But “making sense” must
also let us feel existence –
not only shield ourselves from it.
Our law insists, as well, on awe.


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