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The Flame Within The Gray Space
Drop off point,
stark nothingness,
gray nothingness,
point of no inspiration -
I would see one flame,
one tiny flame to illuminate,
but are my eyes hazed over?
What is the reason for this fog?
Say it same,
say it rectilinear square,
too even the rows in perfect parallel,
no dynamic tension.
Say some opposing angles
might provoke interest.
So in this opposition I might
find inspiration?
Where and from whence the opposition?
Do I question myself,
throw all my presumptions
into disarray,
and then attack each one?
How do I find a presumption,
and in this process
achieve some creative tension?
I am everywhere going back to myself.
That is where it must begin.
Now I hold up this most excellent globe,
(conception of Self)
and shatter it?
Why?
What then of the pieces?
Shall I then sew them together
into a new patchwork?
And won't the new construct
be weaker for the seams?
Or will careful burnishing
make the new revision
the better and more poetic Self?
I am here
gazing into gray vagueness.
Have I become the gray vagueness?
I find within, one torch,
one dark torch,
primordial black flame,
and then examine the particulars.
Day to day is this process of becoming.
Nothing that cannot pass through
this black flame is worthy of survival.
I think the process has begun.
JAL, 8 - 8 -04
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