I begun this work with an idea
that had most to do with freedom,
to create in freedom,
to create freedom
However monstrous
it would make me feel
to stand distinct from the current,
have my own way.
I was warned
I would feel godless and alone,
but I saw the worth of the work in its meaning,
my purpose in its procreation
So I defied the warning
and paid the price,
but to function with purpose
is reward and reason enough.
as if driven out of love's arms
and into wilderness.
For the change
that should have been
but couldn't be forced
'cause the free world kept its course
despite all we could do
and all we could have done
even when it is we that are free in the world,
free to yank the chain of reality,
stretch the fabric to see the tear,
and it pulls us away from each other,
as the world expands, that the world expands.
But having tasted love,
we could not forget
what it was together
-- we have become radical.
Thus we resist,
push against the current,
hold on to the roots,
that connect us to the earth,
to stay closer to the source
of what we have in love:
Togetherness, unity, presence,
even if it can never become total
nor can the lovers fully merge into each other.
while remembering
that there have passed
centuries, millenia and millions of years
So that we may be here, now, like this
and just listen to the rain,
the splitting of flint stone,
making of fire,
building of cities,
of empires that transpire
Yet it wasn't beside the point
that I was missing you
as the raindrops hammered the roof,
hit the window glass
and fell unto the earth.
Like a loud silence
the perfect singularity of the origo
casts a shadow that burns so vibrant
that it enthralls the eye
and in convergence with it, attempting to depict it,
words form an equally perfect nominal chaos.
As if the origo's ripples mess with meaning
and all entropy was because, and of, this shadow.
But the origo itself appears accordingly as void
as it shines a static light.
As motion its ripples appear
as if their source opens by closing,
curls by unwinding,
and nothing is as mesmerizing as this motion.
It is just that seeing it is heavy on the eyes and mind
as it is tiring for the heart to feel it,
and instinct stampeeds away from its presence.
Yet within it, we are of it,
outside only the blank void,
faced with which the senses
themsleves start to flicker.
It can be said that an eye always sees it,
an ear always hears it,
the skin always feels it...
Anything that reacts, reacts to it.
And entropy, yes,
like the focus following the circle of the zero,
there is that which breaks the harmony
and sets everything in motion.
