"Man is unmeasurable, absolutely unmeasurable."—— Louis Kahn
The impossible sounds in the body: the cracking of bones,
The tsunami in fossils, the snowmelt dripping from a soul
In early spring, the bell tolling in ice crystals, refracting in its huge
Cavity, bright, immeasurable, like the joy of death,
Wholly entrusted, and in living the doom of the universe
Forgetting slowly the doom of I
All the impossible has one root:
unbelief.
While out of the chest, everyday new buds spring :
A pair through the eardrums; a pair blooming in the pupils.
The weakest of all melts in the burning throat,
Overdrafting the zero night with the primitive green.