we still know
the weight
the weight
of that shadow—
that fact of the matter,
always prevailing,
that something invisible
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
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.
must function differently
than an "is"
which was always eyeless
to begin with.
