“absolute zero” is like “the unknown”—what a lively atom may bare
to immortals. but there is no atom this warm. the barren know
—absolute, by death, is cold life ignited
the noise of sense is the silence we know when we think
& noise is just that—a silence that thinks it knows itself
Immanuel Kant
when pupa is mistaken for pupa & its fate for a fly
the hole, mistaken for a hole & its end for the end
than “the end” is not the great nest we’re in, but
—how else to say it? —a grave beginning
