Qualia

(Notions of the world we don’t have words for)

I un-dot my eyes

I add with subtraction

History rhyming – never repeating

Inside the only true indivisible whole

I identify with what I don’t understand

A geologist with too many paperweights

I anticipate a spoon-less June

Dubious blessings spill out of my room

Any earthling can conjure a wave

I sit up high atop it’s crest

The key is knowing – never speaking

For all perfect and none best

Is there more to spontaneity than caprice and disorder?

Is a song solely in the ear of a beholder?

I am leopards and lions wild and un-tame

In an unspeakable world gone sane


Published by Ben Doddridge

i am a writer

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