From a Place: Fragments VII
An other sense tugs at us:
we have lost something,
some key to these things
which must be writings
and are locked against us
or perhaps (like a potential
mine, unknown vein
of metal in the rock)
something not lost or hidden
but just not found yet
that informs,
holds together this confusion,
this largeness and dissolving:
not above or behind
or within it, but one
with it: an
identity:
something too huge and simple
for us to see.
