poetry, prose, and other strings of words · 1993 - 2003
Infinity's Knot
Number 157
December 5, 1998
Emptiness, the most full emptiness
Ever seen,
Emptiness wells within my breast;
Fleeing shadows escape
My locking gaze,
Just as I
have lost sight
Of the vision.
Reality–has not fled,
Reality still resides in even
The lightest of recesses,
But reality, well, she
Casts no
warmth
At all.
Once, I knew my heart, knew
All she had to tell.
Is she empty too?
Or have I just misplaced the key?
The emptiness
Fills these vain fingertips,
Prideful vanity in their reverie,
But they will keep struggling,
For surely these chains—
Are not worthy;
There is so much left
to unfold,
Graceful and jarring
Curves of time's mysteries,
Unraveling serpents,
Ever bound still in
Infinity's knot.