Root Cap

in night an owl in flight

the without

this existing

History is that which is told about becoming
which is without & yet is not nothing—the telling is all
the difference—division itself is becoming’s precondition

space

another take on our ignorance

In the day we are blind to the dark—not the one we dream of as night but this light as fire beyond—fire we burn away to wake & as we rise to work we seek. This is how we know what we know. Both this & death—we the stuff—they the making of

Socrates

desire

is nature in a final cause
of a future that knows how to grow itself
not for nourishment but for immortality

or

is nature in a material cause
of a past that cultures ignorance
not for nothing though nothing be its resiliency

the forester in the wood

all of this
if there is an on & off
is technique
but if all of it
is nothing but this
not even those who die
live

the head of a nail

spilting air

without is not the other side but rather the side itself in peril

—a danger that is without the power to divide

the now

its only the whether

Without is what tomorrow is all about but only if tomorrow is without
what it will be about

Who Knows?

what waste upon what waits?
fire
before-a-leaf is after-a-leaf
whenever what lies between
is a hole—as it is with “seed”
perforce this dark stars proclaim
there is only desire

the ignorant

what thrives

to drown eternity
even as thinking struggles to part the flood
the “middle” finds a way & in every swimmer
this is what survives