The Hidden Shine
The scope of a word is definition
That of the world is measurement:
Weight, the reach of dimension
Set regular in its quadrants
Open to test and to inspections;
Even subtle light and electricity
Can be tagged by qualifications
Known as temperature and energy.
But mind shatters all such convention
Flow occult unseen in life blown
Animating yet outside extension
The hidden shine of a thing unknown
Touched only by its own reflection,
Perhaps boundless as Heraclitus said,
Burning through scientific verification
A vortex spoken but never read.
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