Keep on dividing, disoriented one.
Split a universe and the world
appears.
Split an atom and all hell breaks
loose.
As above and so below.
Like looking for truth with
science is
like sailing the sea with ice
skates,
like looking at the sun with
sun-colored glasses,
like a surgeon cutting open her own
chest
to heal her patient’s heart.
As white is the presence of all
color
and black is the absence of light,
fear is never object-oriented
and love does not objectify.
So how does it feel to be on your
own
living in the last house at the end
of the world?
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