The title of this series was in part inspired by a novel by J.M. Coetzee (The Life and Times of Michael K).
The stanzas of the following poem served as the epigraphs for my latest series. The poem developed as I wrote the series. I still think Stanza one needs some serious work; its ideas might be better served in the poem’s title.
The Gap
Romantic and
Rational
Converge
In braided Reality.
Pitching ropes
Across the crevasse
To
One another,
They create,
Bridging the divide,
Plank by plank.
Slats and
Strands
Come together,
Pulling each other taught with
Friction.
The sounds
Of fiber against fiber
Of purpose and
Of pieces pulled
Together
In Divine construct
Stand solid
Then give way. Cord
Unbraided. Limbs
Cracked. Gods
Felled.
We stand,
We stare
From either side
Of
The bridgeless gap.
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