friday, april 1

reality is n-dimensional,
as far as any one person
(any one discrete subjectivity-bearing unit of
relatively continuous experience)
is concerned

any imagined taxonomy of experience
must fail to contain itself, or indeed
the context of its production

maps are territories unto themselves
often inhabited long after the hills and rivers
they approximate have turned to ash and pottery shards

every leaf node on the tree of other persons
contains a tree of other persons
(at least in potential)

every perspective after the first
causing hairline fractures
in the easy alignment of answers and understandings

tags: topics/poem

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