words signifying nothing
call questioning into question,
make vociferous doubt a ruse
played upon itself;
the diversion of division appears,
an emptiness clothed with fullness,
the semantic womb called void.
there lies a trans-truth
between truths our grammar cannot harness,
and a 'meta-truth' we imagine.
trusting in the world that spoke to us,
we speak,
navigating riddles with nascent symbol-shifting
beyond speech,
revealing the artifice of words
and the mutability of true thought.
to encompass only by dividing the always-already encompassing~
in gathering this,
there hints a ceaseless gathering
Aug 2, 2012
Aug 2, 2012 at 4:45 PM UTC
words signifying nothing
call questioning into question,
make vociferous doubt a ruse
played upon itself;
the diversion of division appears,
an emptiness clothed with fullness,
the semantic womb called void.
there lies a trans-truth
between truths our grammar cannot harness,
and a 'meta-truth' we imagine.
trusting in the world that spoke to us,
we speak,
navigating riddles with nascent symbol-shifting
beyond speech,
revealing the artifice of words
and the mutability of true thought.
to encompass only by dividing the always-already encompassing~
in gathering this,
there hints a ceaseless gathering
do you feel me?
