In the beginning
there are
position
and number;
all is raw
as we are
naked,
and spectacularly
there.
*
Before long
we crave more
provisional things
such as color,
sound, taste,
smell, and touch—and then
ardor.
We get high
on the high-resolution
of pictures
and objectify
subjects whose
cores
we most adore.
*
we are goaded toward
repentance;
we grow wary
of these sentences
and wearier
of stimuli;
we're no
bacchants,
but docile
(though headstrong)
philosophers,
hellbent on
glimpsing things
as they really are—
by which,
of course, we
finally mean:
with our never
having been here.
