Hidden in Dark Crevices

Hidden in Dark Crevices

collage poetry - Sunday, December 1, 2024

Hidden in dark crevices,
nothing happens but chaos and confusion.
A stirring rippling out.
You dutifully attend
the sweep of life
creating only sludge.
As important as it is messy
vacuous, dull-witted and foolish
to conjure a mysterious,
emotional discombobulation
the void, nothing, the start of infinite possibility.
Even the most humble image
in the mind was never silent.
The mental pictures that they conjured
migrating to a place of more
shattering events.
Painted and printed images
distorted, flat, horizontal
fragile amidst the world’s constant.
We instinctively recoil from loss
all too painfully aware of the tragic
improbable, indefinable, and imperceptible
key to the great mystery of life
The void needs to be experienced.
dedicate your life to it.
the experience of being lost
a place of sensing your way
in the dark.
an intricate and highly individual dance
the way we see unfolding, infinite depth.
how we see and remember
out of near ruin
to sit with not knowing
in a deep cave,
an embryonic space.
The light of clarity strikes.
A sense of unfulfilled openness.
The noise of the world
must be banished.
the unexpected comes,
from the formless
In the velvet silence, uncluttered
create from deep within
an escaping of noise
shape-shifting, mischievous,
gaze into the abyss
and there is zero.

lines gathered from various places.