on our hands & knees
we burrow into the
ground.
exhausted, we tear our
fingernails
unearthing
earthliness.
every infinitesimal
downward scrape
brings us closer to
heaven.
the more unconscious we
become, the wetter the
source
the more
fluid the
emptiness.
art reveals the
light in the darkness;
the deep perfections
of the flawless
marble;
the impossibility of
dying.
the artist points
beneath
within
beyond.
to the sun
gesturing in the
shadow, to the
truth animating the
paradox.
every fulfillment is
incomplete; each
revelation begs
to be
ravished.
art pierces the
truth inside
the truth inside
the truth.
because we are
human, this
doesn’t
matter.
we are already
nearly
angels &
in their
paradigm,
art is
all.