The Terror of an Intimacy Discovered

(work in progress :)


The World is Like the Body
or the Nature that surrounds it.

Yes it functions as a Whole,
but is not cut from
One Cloth.

It is a Patchwork
of inner
Patchworks,
that, In turn,
prate against
each other.

And each Patch
has an Edge which
is shared between
the Other

And each Edge
has an outer
tension that
is woven of
the tensions
inside it.

Like a concert of
unrequited
Desires.

Yet each edge
is a paradox
that joins.

And, sometimes,
impedance
between wary
elements
Has it's
Purpose.

For if allowed
an empathetic
rub...

...One
against
the other's
texture --
foreign,
or even
coarse

And
if not
filtered
or ignored

May
then play
And discover
a resonance
that envelopes
initial
frictions

Forming a
vibrancy,
not static:
forever
young

Forever
fertile
with
promise