I know you…
maybe, maybe I knew you,
what parts of you / you would allow me to hold in relief
without anxiety or disbelief,
an abstract painting to distribute your personage into an identity I could rely upon.
A door frame I could enter and exit without questioning
the house that is ruined,
or on fire,
or so delicately arranged as to mirror the heavens.
What do we know, who do we really know?
The stones seem the same
holding their positions like guardians of an unknown kingdom,
yet they too shift their shadows in relation to ground
reaffirming its position.
Uncertainty that is what we know or what can be actually known,
a infinitesimally small potential particle of glass,
shattered in the rearview of language, perception and belief.
As we are the passengers and drivers of reality
reaffirming itself in conversations about who we are and where we are going…
Inspired by: Michael D. Jackson, Lifeworlds
Image by: Yamasaki Ko-Ji