Lost In Space

Another plain defies relating, near as breath, as far as imagery will travel 'til it too capitulates, and no one knows who has not visited an "is" that cannot be, I touched its edge, full knowing that it could not be contained, or grasped, or even sensed in its completeness. Nor would it begin to satisfy, else its embrace might be defined as love, or truth, or God, or any such shortsighted blasphemy our tiny words might throw. No, it transcends all that and if there be an end we shall not apprehend this roaring comet's rest or find the consciousness to see it sweep away the stars. ~