How to explain? It’s as though
life is mostly a search for understanding
to know and to be known. I am conscious
always of the exclusivity of my skin
and the starry void of mind,
but universes might, we speculate, lie entwined;
and could there be knowing
in event horizons pressing impossibly close?
We can’t see out.
Our theories are lonely-shaped,
and I make the universe my mirror
and can’t see through it.
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July 16th, 2008 at 7:44 am
I can tell that I would like you as a person from they way you write. I found you at globalchatter.com, and had to get further into your head. This poetry is brilliant!