The Merge Philosophy

The distant, seemingly indistinct line
between the city and the sky,
the light and the dark - neither together
nor apart -
I see the sever. I sit there
sometimes to look at the stars
and cry that lights blind the heaven
and how easy it becomes to get lost
in this curvature, illusory
yet as real as I am.

The merge of mind and matter
of brick and mortar
blood in water...diluted enough
to disappear.
In transparent ignorance we work.
And I see the mensicus
sometimes.
And I admire its great curve
from my fleshy cave
and I believe (utter folly)
in swimming with the stars.

But no penetrating point
can exist. So perpetual
questions meet doubt
and misty mind mountains
will cloud my sight
and I'll ache
in the absence.
That, just above the city.
Just below the stars.