I have no sea

Harmonising concept and knowledge

words so fragile so remote

I have been constructing and deconstructing

no less than draining

excitement become a race

not lost pacified

I hold words in contention and am
permanently afraid of misunderstanding

disparities between knowledge and
understanding

and I can barely see for the profusion of animosity

alas anomalous self

sparse and precluded from logic

and then it all sinks as though a familiar pattern

and that the words knew each other in another life

And I watch them meet and am confident unconfident

yet non of it quite fits to the notion of dichotomy

sequence roams somewhere between the definitions

that always say something about the way I have approached my work

what I want and lastly what I have left

politics twisting symbols so that they resonant

thought even though an illusion

we both know thought is before words

and words condition us certifiably

in an all but an unsatisfying allusion

So we relax and we know that before us is the irony of mirrors

and we have not left what we never

knew only traces become what sinks

slowly into your soul penetrating what you desire to share