birth non birth

It is a vision
An immaculate being
A sight unseen
It is intense
It is potent
The most important
It seeks to exist
But doesn’t it already Since it’s been conceived?
It is but a vision
High, mighty, on the top
Looking out into the temporal
Fearing itself muddied
Clouded
Wrecked, misinterpreted
In translation
From the ideal to the material
Limited by the meek
Inconsequential
Mind, body, whatever
Screwed, fucked over
It is now only a stain
Shame
What a shame
It was beautiful
In a language
Beyond Language?
If it so disgusts
Do I trust you?

birth non birth

With your words
Images
Visuals
Art
Small is the mind
Yours and mine
Yet we create
Think consummate
What is not
But that’s what I say
Who am small
Incapable
Inconsequential
Negligible
And alas
Non-existent