in front of a knowledge
slow
dilating and unstitching
a thread sticks out.
The cracks reveal the bottom
the path that pauses.
The hypotheses happen
they take away the completeness of the observable.

I prowl the incomplete,
make security writable
because in the stable,
in full,
in the safe,
look rest in peace.

do you really believe
that there are no questions
in that gesture?
that there is no depth
in a black dot?
that the look does not beat,
does not establish,
that there is no reason to be
the blink that triggers
before the assault of light?
that we can
stay just like that
cross-eyed,
showing X
In the eyes
like a dead bird