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Not Exactly What You Care To Hear, Or Know
You will have to become aware, eventually, of
who and what you are, who and what you are not.
You inhabit this earth, but not fully.
You inhabit your lives, but not fully.
You inhabit with hesitation, doubt,
reluctantance and regrets---and these create
around you cracks and crevices, places out of
plumb, out of level, out of reach; empty
parentheses, blanks, and brackets; lines
extensive, but not parallel; planes
replicative but not precise; potentials
well meaning but not realized. From all of
these, your presence is absent; and in those
absences we, ourselves, find habitation.
We emerge from dimensions that your kind are not
designed to imagine or comprehend, much less
enter proprietarily: that is why you can bear
no more than a glimpse of us (obtained only
on your periphery, a sideways glance,
an incomplete blank), and our appearances are
so skewed, so unacceptably horrible that you
prefer to call them inexplicable apparaitions.
You will never get used to these, although we
have gotten used to you, the effect being
worth the effort, the dividend worth the
difficulty, the product worth the process.
You are a smear, a stain, a streak that
cannot be wiped away. You are a sentience
without intelligence, a sound without
articulation, a phrase without a context,
a contour without a shape, a site without
a location. Because you are always without,
we---your inhabitors---shall always be within.
Starward
