Innocence Blog

something like the mathematics of miracles or continuous space

we sense it under every mundane awareness

we seize it once or twice

I imagine we're split into particles

each a smaller copy of the whole

we undergo a transformation

with our sudden sprawling capacity

we define an infinite goal

we are not the size of our own height

but the size of what we see

and it may seem foolish to even talk about

these moments

but we're tessellated and amplified

with electricity buzzing through us

even when the infinite seems improbable and distant

we're two mirrors exactly

parallel with our dreams

nesting a shared intuition

that must be discrete.