Drawing Things

Experiments of hand and eye
Tool the seeker-
To drill for truth
Into the void...
The boundaries tempt me
To dream of beginnings,
Making marks,
Joining up dots
In homage
To invisible horizons...
Can I thus read
The motion, direction,
Depth and duration
Of life?
Innocent bliss
Fires in this play.
Drifting and steering
On the waves,
My ship in a bottle
Heads for unknown ports-
Oh to touch the world,
Or at least something,
A passion, a sensation,
And call it real!
Furiously I grapple
The slipping scene,
Track the prey
With nystagmus...
The peripheries
Hypnotize me with blur,
With possibilities
Trembling on the verge-
Pioneer frontiers
Where everything
Is coming into being,
In suspension-
Can I witness
And not explain?
There is no explaining,
Only the tentative effort
To see, to breathe.
Darks and lights
Pleasure the mind,
Directions to go in,
Ways to feel.
Stereopsis
Of the lonely one,
Groping for likenesses
To live by!-
Here, at the pencil-tip
Is the moot.
Always return
To the sources
And drink.
Gouge a journey
In space,
Blurring through
Saccades,
King of interruptions.
The whispers
Are filling out
From the inside,
The nucleus
Is igniting a supernova....
Into the nameless,
Come undone
If you can,
Loving the danger,
The silence.
There is no finish, ever,
No final point and line.
Face to face with the world,
My fusiform gyrus
Inflamed,
And, my hands,
The hands of everyone
Who has ever lived,
Shape the fires
Of thalamus
And hippocampus.