"Clouds seemed mountains melting into empyrean."
Me, Visiting Colorado Springs, 2004.
The distance between any two points on a line is infinite.
It can be subdivided into infinitesimal units.
The space between two people is infinite when they are
not touching. That we do not go mad, miraculous. One room
away is another galaxy.
Leibniz's "best of all possible worlds" opens labyrinths of despair.
To know when we are not touching
we are infinitely separate is too much.
We run, laugh, and hide in the "lace of soft words".
We ignore infinite spaces we abolish daily.
Awareness of it would court madness.
What we call close is unimaginably distant.
Sound is an aural sheet we tuck ourselves under
to set the infinitesimal.
Heartbeat a largo when she is not here. I sing her
touch. A spell to dispel all distance.
4 comments:
I like Traceebrat's e-mailed comment best--"you are turning into such a pussy!"
She could be right.
Sarai---I am writing about how Leibniz's infinitesimal calculus abolishes sensibility to the point where only touching can annul loneliness. It's a vertiginous fact that the smallest spaces can be infinitesimally subdivided.
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