¿ORIGAMI ~ IMAGIRO?
There is neither beginning nor end to the imagination
but it delights in its own seasons reversing the usual order
at will. William Carlos Williams
What of the fold, the crease,
the crack at the boundary of two
plains? What of the seam, the
fissure, the serpentine line shared by
yin and yang, distinguishing one
from the other, black from
white, ripen from wilt, cruel
from kind, one kind from another?
What of it if there is never
an end, never a wall, never a point
past which there is nothing, what
of time that’s up, space that’s run out, live
matter that’s met death when
there is always another fold, another shape,
another plain expanse of soul, body, paper?
but it delights in its own seasons reversing the usual order
at will. William Carlos Williams
What of the fold, the crease,
the crack at the boundary of two
plains? What of the seam, the
fissure, the serpentine line shared by
yin and yang, distinguishing one
from the other, black from
white, ripen from wilt, cruel
from kind, one kind from another?
What of it if there is never
an end, never a wall, never a point
past which there is nothing, what
of time that’s up, space that’s run out, live
matter that’s met death when
there is always another fold, another shape,
another plain expanse of soul, body, paper?