“… knowledge about a fact; and this knowledge admits of numberless degrees of complication.” – W. James
Humanity named language
Granting Spaces agency with form and place
Out in the darkness
Piles of clothes amass in the bedroom
T-shirts have names but they’re laundry
What form do I take against the laundry, stars and darkness?
Prophesying illiterate body-language
An end for the X
Out of purview
James’ testament distinguishes
Relishes the more useful stimuli
For posterity in the DAY by dAy
Knowledge is an aesthetic.
Aesthetic knowledge provokes a diatribe
Sunsets project insect profiles, like mirages stuck on loading screens.
Lacewings congregate in green clouds, marking the air as safe to roam,
Never settling along tree bark, or atop cars stored outside in makeshift parking lots.
Spiders exit their discovered sanctuaries, found in broken floorboards and
Side panels protecting bipedal homes. A web balances their listless Appendages, as they scamper up and down wires,
Ensnaring prey for sustenance. Gales perform cyclones,
Spiders pulsate, in and out of purview, taken in by midnight shadows.
A water droplet falls from an A/C unit stationed over the web,
It follows along the silky maze
Finding leave with an insect companion,
Censored like primetime violence.
Hollow kneeling falsifies curtain call,
Wink as ink
Flesh as page.
Lacewings remain motionless,
Stuck to the web
And die without purpose.
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