Some qualities of some visible bodies
––form, size, weight––are supposed
to belong to them even when they are
not sensed, by cultivated habits of
mind, creating certain illusions of
fixity. And yet
being has never been sensible––
or, for that matter, some thing,
and so many are terrified by
its/ not its evasion of form.
An old sleight of hand: make
a thing of what is/not, in order
to pretend control over what
moves too well for naming.
