None
could judge the instant
when
day turned to night
as
formless as the space between the moment
and
the thought of the moment
an
unbridgeable gap.
We
came close
in
the heat of summer days
when
the light was bent
into
glimmering waterless pools.
Hope
kept us questioning
but
our faults were in the questions.
The
answers could only live in the gaps
between
the distinctions we created -
empty
beyond nothing, full beyond everything -
without
contrast
the
truth can exist
but
we cannot. |