dividing insanity in
defined parts, like
fractions of fragmentary phrases
is unearthed by raising the eyes
to chaotic, disastrous ladders
with crumbling wineglass steps
and till the top is a sphere
of vague understanding, like
a nothingness that seems
so present; and the iris
leaps to infinite number
with no one sight
perfectly definite.
i find a figure then surmounting
the absent ladder
towards a shapeless blindfolded heaven
it is then that the gate of stars
unfold its curtains, towards
logical brilliance.
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