It used to sound overly
mystical
to suggest:
There are no such things as
separate things;
there are only untold
relationships—
even between
what hardly exists
and that
which is barely
noticeable.
But it began
to make sense
when we
image-enhanced
the spectacle
of our own
unkempt apprehensions—
which, unwittingly,
we seem to have
all left to dangle
so low
for so long
that, sooner or later,
they were bound
to get tangled.
