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March 06, 2005
inexplicable, not unexplained
like genes before we had
a way to see them, these things
only exist as metaphor: the way
we speak of "melting," Velveeta
in the microwave, our hearts
are ice-cream forgotten on the picnic-table
for too long. we don't know what it is
that softens when the color
a voice blooms shivers us from inside out;
we don't know what it is that loses
structure, becoming both
more malleable like clay
to sculpt our worlds with and so
liquid as to disappear
between the cracks.
it's only what we mean because we
mean between things, triangulating
three untruths or more to find
the wordless, resonating source.
before the microscope, when science was belief
we knew this representing was an art.
helixes were beautiful. the melting-point
between what you resist and what
you've already dived into
is beautiful.
02.01.05
Posted by ttobryan at March 6, 2005 08:47 PM
Comments
This is way cool! It reminds me a lot of John Ashbury (I hope you don't mind me saying). I wish I could talk with your forever like this.
Posted by: TR at March 7, 2005 09:12 PM