Friday, May 11

And so, looking into the pure curve
is it that we would compel straightness into it?
At the end of the road there are things we can say to each other
of truth, mystery, immeasurable magnitude.


In the immeasurable magnitude of what has been given us
sometimes it is to understand existence as a pure point
where ten-thousand laser beams meet. There our distances are vaporized.
Now I look at you in an entire recognition. Creation has become a lens.

-- Peyton Houston, from XVI Complex Songs at the Borders of Silence