Poetry

Quench

Written by Jacob Ibrag

‘If I spell it, would that

really quench your logic?’ Exponents

on exponents on exponents. You can’t tell me

what I want to know. You don’t want to. ‘Universal

truths, constructs agreed upon endless struggle.’ It’s

somewhere there in the abstract, breathing

in the corner where we stopped.


Photography by David Kovalenko

11 comments on “Quench

  1. Anya Light's avatar

    It is when we stop that the breath of the Universe breathes us.

    Logic gets in the way.

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  2. confidencebooster's avatar

    It couldn’t be put better, logic breeds ignorance. As Zen says “Not knowing is most intimate!”

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  3. taurusingemini's avatar

    that’s just in, on your way to find out the truths about everything, you’ll come face-to-face with a bunch of other sorts of half-truths, lies, etc., etc., etc., and sorting through each and every one of these things, takes time, and experience you can draw on from the life experiences you’d already had…

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  4. missvioletgrey's avatar
    missvioletgrey

    Fantastic! 🙂

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  7. Judy R's avatar

    Thank yyou for writing this

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