Poetry

I shared this poem by the reprehensibly talented Elizabeth Bear elsenet yesterday:

I am a part of I
And all that I unknowing know--
And all that I unwilling will--
It is the space that makes the structure
Through which the stars of ego gleam
The dark energy of mind,
The dark matter of me.

I own it though I do not know it.
I claim it though I cannot see it.
I trust it though I cannot touch it.
I am a piece of a greater mystery
And all it is and provides is me.

I am a part of we
And all that we releasing hold--
And all that we embracing free--
It is the matrix that we permeate
As the salt richens the sea.

Matrix holds the opal;
Opal holds the light.

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I am not being hyperbolic when I say this poem earned its place in my heart and brain after reading it just the once and has only nestled in further on subsequent rereadings. It has a polished raw/roughness that appeals to me. It makes me descend into incoherent babbling about imagery, dichotomy and half-remembered feelings and memories and overall causes me to clutch my head going "aaaaugh, were I but half as talented".

So yeah. I like. I'd say so directly, but that'd probably go along the lines of "you writ gud. I want to eat your brains!", which really doesn't work so well in text...