Encoded, stored, retrieved. The stimuli of forms
Returned to consciousness in effortless delight.
A rhythm, ordered into touch. Alight
Harmonic disavowal. Art — these storms
In instinct found and then, by reason lost…
In infancy, this beauty’s approximated match
Unlit, a burning paradox. ‘Tis strife.
Cause and effect. In excess scarce abound,
A language claimed by poetry. It’s sound,
Unrecognised creation that adheres
To other truths birthed, self-aware, into life.
So dance! Let others architecture mood
While you, embrace desire’s arbitrary feats.
Be an aesthetic imprint where it meets,
Unapprehended, this infinitude.