Apophatic

He talked of nothingness until it wasn’t.

He bragged his gravity into God.

Convert

What did he learn when he learned of his own bad heart?

That scared and sacred are but a beat apart.

Skeptic

His eyes were open but his heart was shut.

At the edge of every wonder he said But...

Inspiration

The clearest morning is a thing to bear,

he writes, overjoyed, as usual, by despair.

Knowledge

To touch the summit was to learn so much.

Among which:

there are some summits that you cannot touch.

Faith Is Action!

Me and my guillotine dreams:

Every impulse ends in seems.

Via Negativa

He names his love by naming what he hates.

Joy generalizes. Pain individuates.

Apophatic

Why wouldn’t I praise the vacuous black?

The one abundance I could trust was lack.