The Cool Loss of Your Understanding

When you have placed faith
In these disparate things
And tried to impose connections
To resurrect yourself.

You tried to find a place
To live with these beliefs
Positioned around you
Like ornaments or candles
That should warm the cool
Loss of your understanding.

Such efforts to summon meaning
That only exists at a distance
If it exists at all, fixed
And everywhere ends up the same.

All this may be compared to winds that move dunes
To form varying shapes of sand, but it is swept up
Composed of the same fragments
As you are and everyone else
You wish to escape from, nothing is new,
Everything is perhaps unreal even, except to you
Alone, yet everything has a name,
And these names are narrow, crystalline,
They are travelling, turning through an hourglass.

“That we have first raised a dust, and then complain we cannot see.” George Berkeley ‘The Principles of Human Knowledge’.