Friday, January 10, 2020

BLINK OF AN EYE

Even in total
darkness, we still know
the weight
of that shadow—

that fact of the matter
always prevailing,

that something in the room
which drives 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.

"I see" makes eternity fit,
chopping it
into ponderable intervals;

but still we intuit—
an "is"

with eyes closed
or blinded

must function
different

than an "is"
which was always

eyeless
to begin with.