Friday, March 9, 2012

The Socratic Method..

Who moves this all, if indeed there be a mover?

Sensitive-and i see,
Voids translating into space,
hollowness chiseled to form,
forms dissolve to be chiseled finer..

Precision stemming from randomness,
noise erupting in music,
order resting in chaos,
rigidity melting to flow.

Moulds harden and crack open..
The sacred fiddles with the absurd,
Life cuddled with death..
Movement rising in stillness.

A reverence for uncertainties,
assertions brimming with doubts.
Dirty slates so i wash them clean.
Bland plates so I taste them better..

Affinity in a dance with aloneness..
Suppression erupting in expression.
Creativity flowering in destruction..
A thing taking root in its opposite.

Who moves this all, if indeed there be a mover?

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