Epiphany
Like a single drop of rain,
the wasp strikes
the windowpane: buzzes rapidly
away, disguising
error in urgent business:
such is the
invisible, hard as glass,
unrenderable by the senses,
not known until stricken by:
some talk that
there is safety in the visible,
the definite, the heard and felt,
pre-stressing the rational and
calling out with
joy, like people far from death:
how puzzled they will be when
going headlong secure in "things"
they strike the
intangible and break, lost,
unaccustomed to transparency, to
being without body, energy
without image:
how they will be dealt
hard realizations, opaque as death.
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