By Sonam Kaloti, Arts Editor
I begin to conjure the worth we see, beyond our eyes
past shows, the stars, to where only darkness lies.
the edge—
is it real? how does it stop?
can we make it beyond?
then tell me, if we can’t, what is it all expanding from?
let’s say we opened the opportunity to reach the edge
let’s say we go past it
let
us
say
that there is absolutely nothing, but
by now we know that
nothing, in terms, is something, so long as
we have a word for it, so long as
we know what it is.
so, let’s say we make it there
and with despair
come to terms with only blank space, though
with nothing we can make something
to create something with our minds and mold it from nothing
create something that doesn’t exist, a nonexistent colour, per se,
but we, as a species, cannot conjure up anything new.
there is a limit
creativity is not infinite.
