Friday, July 5, 2013


Scuffed consciousness, rumpled with revelations
Stretches meaning to the farthest edge
Still any form of self understanding
Remains far from being dredged

Proliferative as dreams are, within wakefulness
The dreaming self and the conscious dissolve
Just as the gazer and the being gazing back
Never into wholeness resolve.

But fancies of iconoclastic rending of divisions
Beckons with inveterate hope
Realizing this primordial chimera
Needs the traversing of a sisyphean slope

The palimpsest that is meaning, insists
That the underwriting changes form
In the interstice of seeing and being seen
Indeterminacy is the norm.

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