Intangible and Two/Intangible and Choice/The Disappearing Cave
I’ve arrived at an impasse.
It is, yet again, time to decide.
To decide on the moldings of your innards
and the facade oriented outwards.
What to do, oh what to do?
Sunshine has lost its glory.
It will only ever tickle the wall.
Providing brief, fleeting moments of her addictive clarity.
So do you attempt to evolve?
An idyllic love awaits.
One that may even lift you
from a despair you know nothing of.
Do you let it transform you?
Give in to the not-so present observer?
His disapproving smile
or her unrelenting embrace?
You know this:
They are not omniscient!
But the sciences of gods are dead and
omnipresent they seem to be.
So do you close the blinds?
Dim the lights. Harden the grip.
Let your heart hold fast.
A surge of pleasure, the surging Ding.
It promises Narcissus’ one caveat.
But also his defeat?
Now a word you hate.
So you will wonder. Oh you will wonder.
Who, in the face of God, ‘ill have answered correctly?
The me of passion or the me of brave?
And now: Watch it crumble.
Watch those very same sciences
as they are reborn and die.
Again and again,
That aether now translucent or gone.
Then watch him trying,
grabbing at the ever-floating waters that seem to hold the secrets he so desperately desires.
you are not.