June 2021 Flash Lit 10 - On the Limits of Language and Conception

On the Limits of Language and Conception

 

The world is like—

like—

like—

 

like a tree,

spreading infinite branches

with leaves in all the colors

and fruits that

may be luscious little universes

themselves

 

like an eye,

nerve connected to

consciousness, lens

shifting perspective,

pupil dilating against the dark

 

like a creature

sleeping in a den

roused by tearing hands

into hurricane rage

 

or not.

 

The world just is,

spinning without hands,

dancing without feet,

itself.