Friday, January 10, 2020


Even in total darkness, 
we still know
the weight 

of that shadow—
that fact of the matter,
always prevailing,

that something invisible 
in the room is driving 
even that which it 
manages to suspend.

We do not understand, exactly,
but it feels like 
we're onto something big 
when we say so.

Uttering "I see" 
makes eternity fit—
chops it into more
ponderable intervals;

but still, we can't help but intuit 
that an "is"
with its eyes closed
must function differently

than an "is"
which was always eyeless
to begin with.