Sunday, April 8, 2012

Chilly at 153 Degrees

From the bells
come shapes
that coalesce:
creation
from the heart that wants to sound itself
something larger
that glows to the oscillating speed
of light
or stays at the wavelength,
say, of metal ...
such largeness
is but an effect
of breathing
the great mind is a machine
of life living
the logic of the spheres
that cannot be known
in the equation, the form,
the thought,
not even in the emptiness
from which it flows
it is lost at any image,
any resounding,
because it's always what is there
and what is not.

1 comment:

Jack said...

Re-read this about a dozen times. A few to wring meaning, a few to follow craft.