Form is obsolete!
Poetry– real poetry;
Philosophy– real philosophy;
Art– real art;
They don’t discuss the elephant in the room–
Nor the room itself.
They go through!
Empty space dividing the narrator from the elephant
Photons painted on silk
Space dividing the light from the silk
Empty space dividing the silk from the wall,
and into beyond.
Structure, form, letter, 1010101, wood, leather, marble, wool…
these are just tools.
You can’t paint darkness, light, truth–
You translate it down.
…and I am a fool.