Perception shattered into words that cling,
One to the next, from disciplines most alien,
From syntax, time, and skew to attempt
But fail, intrinsically, to capture what is real,
Succumbs at end to templating,
Becomes liquid mercury to slip and flow
From capture, vanish in impertinence to
Not speak what only can be felt and seen.
So white sound, white light, white comprehension
Crashes like an ocean wave to leave behind
Astonishments of reflected sky,
Odd bits from the depths of the vast sea
Or messages from unknown stars.
One cannot capture infinity
In cupped hands, wide eyes or an attentive ear.
The everything of everything is white
To blind the mind and destroy all sight.