"A Pause, Poetic"
the pause before the poetry
is the grandest moment of the movement, metaphysical
before the phrasing and phases of form conform to a norm
and become this or that particular particle,
there is a pause, so perfect
searching for a pose to posture,
a face to form
before all this, there is
an energizing emptiness
a quiet quintessence
a silence so deep it puts space to shame
It has no name but this:
Bliss.
Poetic emptiness.
Post Script:
So here's an excerpt from my long and mostly incomprehensible thread; I deem it worthy of public consumption, as well as criticism, and place it here before you now. Enjoy.