Being divided,
set out from colour,
Disjunct in mid darkness,
Grazeth the light,
“It is always hard like this, not having a world, to imagine one, to go to the far edge apart and imagine, to wall whether in or out, to build a kind of cage for the sake of feeling the bars around us, to give shape to a world. And oh, it is always a world and not the world.”
William Bronk