In the perfectly
Calibrated pronouncements
Of the expert drunk
Or philosopher
Truth becomes a collection
Of scalpels vivisecting
Themselves. Recursion,
However, is a feature
Of the slowly unfolding
Expansion of nothing much.
Infinity escapes it,
Sails into nothing
As truth’s sentences repeat
Finite, opposed reflections.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.