Behind
the cracks in my eyes
is a
knot that was knit
like a
rope across time
which
is space
a
single strand drapes
woven
in braids upon braids
in the
cracks of my eyes
are the
eyes I use
to view
you
on
tape, on screen
online,
only $1.99!
within
the cracks between
the
cracks of my eyes
are
common compartments of time
moments
or memories
sometimes
yours, sometimes mine
these
are a single dimension
translation,
like
stone
skipped on calm water
the
concentric impressions
soon
linking in ringlets
across
the undulant surface
and
time and space are combined
this cracked
surface of
our
current conceptions
our
two-dimensional abstractions
cobbled,
hobbled, and squinting
widening
toward crevasse
in
between
the
implications are clear
units
of elegant compaction
a
grove, né a forest
in the
pure order of matter
strand
upon humming strand
glowing
hairs on the vine
a
luminous lacquer
light
beaming through darkness
dipping
wires between stanchions
hunching
us deeper
both transmitter
and receiver
No comments:
Post a Comment