its shape occurs as contours
that doesn’t necessitate boundaries
it could be no sea or sky
ever parted
and a mountain was never inclined
because if you think about it
one foot lifting heavily
and falling heavily
and our lungs pushing something
towards or away from gravity
(so I’m a bit spatially impaired)
there is, in that thinking, only space
for an appearance
and isn’t it funny how we never reach
the horizon; the shape of which occurs
only as a contour
Tags: 2010, consciousness, landscape, musings
