eventually it will take only
a minute for the world to end
I look at my little cat’s fangs
duration is what’s inside me
how I am like a cabbage garden
but different from the rest
eventually a world will end
like little cat fangs (it will be a minute)
counting down until everything is real
simply because it is no more
because of was
The space from zero to one is finite.
This is one unit. The space from zero to one
is infinite. There are these irrational intrusions,
something like thoughts, that go on forever.
The space from zero to one is no different
than any other space termed span.
The truth is that space is always opening like a hand.
We have only this conceit of span. If you look at a landscape
enough years, much longer than you possibly can,
you would see that green park elongating and rarefying
to a thing we’d sooner call a space than span.
Just think. All of that emptiness was already in it,
when you saw a child get on one of those swings
and pump her legs until she was nothing but joy
surrounded by stars and a funny darkness so loose
it could be anything or anyone at all.