Appearance and
Reality
Every
language has its mysteries and secrets,
Hidden
cellars beneath the bottom floors
Where
it keeps its archives of dreams and ideals,
Labyrinths
of darkness and violence,
Beyond
reason and common sense,
Deep
root cellars underneath etymology,
Archaic
caverns where unknown hands scratched their marks,
Moulded
shapes out of the tactile stones,
Wore
down eons of meaningless,
And
only glimpsed at long distances inside sacred scripts:
Neither
hieroglyph nor ritual cipher
Nor
ideogram, analphabetic forms
Honed
to the rhythms of the blood
And
pulsations of the underground sea,
Violent,
abusive murmurs, hatred and list
Seething
in unfathomable darkness and silence.
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Strange
inscriptions hollowed out of the primeval earth,
With
neither sounds or sense, but something else;
Like
worms impressing their lives in the soil
Or
creatures of phosphorescence in a vent beneath the sea
Whose
molecular structures experience sensations
No
human has ever known, or sharks or insects that see
Spectacular
sights beyond imagination.
Feathers,
scales, outlandish and impossible designs,
Grotesque
contortions of a mind before the mind,
Black
holes that spew forth cosmic thoughts, colours
Invisible,
exceeding infra and ultra length,
Dynamic
exercises and vessels broken and scattered
Everywhere
and nowhere, creating where and when,
As
time goes by, without remembering or forgetting,
Living
in a present that has neither past nor future,
And
always being played again and again
without
ever being the same or different.
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