Sublime

playing with words after reading Kant on the Sublime

 

You and me, we are not beautiful;

we are sublime.

I don’t mind.

Not small, not smooth or polished,

we deviate,

we shun the right line.

Never founded in simple pleasure,

no fine sugar that dissolves .

I don’t mind.

This is the experience

that jars and overwhelms,

solid, massive, founded on pain.

I don’t mind.

Rugged and negligent,

unexplained, doors slam.

You don’t understand and I lie.

I don’t mind.

Powerless before the power we fall

Into something too vast to comprehend.

For us there is no safe distance,

we fall and fall, overwhelmed, unfathomed

fathomless, inadequate

in the totality.

I don’t mind, I don’t mind.