I suppose poetry is the ideal expression
for what I propose – for it is all in words,
yet, it contains the world of experience.
Words as type on a blank page evoke
the very same things perceived in the flesh,
moves the heart and mind in the utterance.
It not only demonstrates the sway of concept,
but that everything there finds its identity,
proves the conceptual basis of existence.
Further, as words in sentences, so things
are grammatically connected in process,
picked up easily in comprehension of events.
To leave everything explained, except
how existence itself is a writing process,
what we call things, concepts of substance.
It is our own words make representation
for what I propose is the real script,
whose authorship belies whose presence. |