Division and Wordless World
Right at the moment of division, we want unity
A fork on the road
We want both to poke Earth with
Division before anything
Add, take away
Even multiplication is made short work of
Wanting to hug the other
Visually they floated but to the touch
Gravity has made everything trivial, both bodies now mere toys
The heaviness sets in
You’re touching the other
Millions, billions of years
For atoms to clump together within a still mysterious dimension
of itself, themselves
One true substance, the one that touches all dimensions
Broken up as elements in an effort to move freely between harmony and discordance
In the longing for freedom, we eventually realized at the cost
We are no longer One.
In a moment that will possibly never be fully understood, the clumps of atoms turn to themselves in the other
Two bodies bonded by love & affection
It’s been too long with you on me
My body doesn’t like your body that much
Your mind and my body both float again
Again from an afar divide
Was the bond of worth?
Was it a nuclear reaction that tore us apart?
Did we learn anything?
Do we know now what we didn’t know before?
Is this the only investigation, the departure from mere floating speculation?
In the division, things are found
The division goes somewhere
For another body?
For its own body?
Division is movement
Try to capture the wordless world
You miss every time
But every time you find comforting words
Reassure the words, turning them to dogma
Dogma turns to fear
The words no longer reassure but they linger
Grow stale, dull
Dull words reassure a dull world
Don’t seek the wordless world but rather the world of words
Meaningless, they offer no protection
Dull knives for a wordless world