"merchandisable" poems
Picking up wool with your needles
A long straight line turns into a sweater
Change
The rule is that we move towards the unknown
Or away from it
Which one do you want it to be
Hatred rises from below
Reaching the maximum ability of vague comprehension
It starts and ends in the same moment
I think
I can imagine myself without a final point in this Cosmos
Knitting myself out of
the dimension I was destined for
is futile
All understanding: science,
religion,
merchandisable forms of expression,
art, philosophy
manipulates a piece of us but
I am left devastated
No amount of material will make a sweater thick enough
to keep out the universal cold
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 12:27 AM UTC