Tuesday, April 7, 2015

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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