the solidity of things
gets drowned by words
until they disappear
beneath a tangled web of ideas.
some might say immortalized
but that’s no way to live,
smothered in a mantle
of myth and imagination
with all the finer details,
the ones which matter
most, bled away
into nothingness.
words woven together can make
unreal things almost solid
until the meanings
themselves are bent into absurdity.
for what would
an immaterial sculpture be
except an assertion
of what was never
really there to be seen
and only believed?
and if that is acceptably true
why not assert
the impossibility
of that which stands before
the naked eye
ready to be touched
and tasted, too?
love in all its beauty
intoxicating our senses,
lest we betray the world itself
and reduce it down
into nothingness.
