Friday, February 11, 2022


Even if confronted 
with near-infinite 
time and space,

how could we be expected 
to know ourselves 

and be ourselves 
at once?

Since Earth's adolescence, 
the clerical moon 
has shown us 

only one 
of its faces;

the tiger—whose teeth, 
since the dawn 
of ancient epochs,

have made it 
scoundrel of the jungle—

has never had occasion 
to rend its own mouth;

even the codependent 
arms of the scissors 

may seem to work 
closely together—

sharing the same heat 
and blame 
for destruction—

but they're fated 
never to meet each other, 

let alone