Forget The Weave Of The Bassinet

When you can move within spheres of
ideas free of dimensionality, when the
boundaries binding a flat plane stand on
end, embracing scale and bend into an
infinity of instant and forever; when you
can see all possibilities then you can begin.
Where you stand keeps your eyes closed,
blind to words untried and unused, deaf
to phrases not raised in – bound to finite
origins. We heed only the calls of past
generations – like muezzin wails from the
minarets. One must forget the weave
of the bassinet to know what is lost.
© 11 June 2007, I.D. Carswell