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Moth Ink

July 28, 2017



It is an intense,
place to be
inside the four walls
of this head.


Deaf and numb
from the whine
of unwinding
The absence of words
for experience.


Headful of cicadas,
lumbering night shadows,
the pitch of buzz
and throb
and whine.
Crouched at the edges
still with invisible life.


It is hard, in this head,
to decipher words, other sounds
that make sense,
to make sense,
of this unraveled swoon
where it leads.


I can close my blind eyes,
my hand dips and vanishes
into this apparent dark
and I follow.


Trusting sound, not words,
trusting silence.
Threading through the 0
of zero,
swallowed by something
that knows what I mean
before I do.


Slipping into the silk
that does not write,
that glimmers dark on dark,
past revelation
past knowing
stopping in the eye of
No thing.




I am that.



Art work | Yazan at Deviant Art 

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I live in hazard and infinity. The cosmos stretches around me, meadow on meadow of galaxies, reach on reach of dark space, steppes of stars, oceanic darkness and light. There is no amenable god in it, no particular concern or particular mercy. Yet everywhere I see a living balance, a rippling of tension, an enormous yet mysterious simplicity, an endless breathing of light. And I comprehend that being is understanding that I must exist in hazard but that the whole is not in hazard. Seeing and knowing this is being conscious; accepting it is being human.

John Fowles, Aristos


“To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget.”

Arundhati Roy