Blur

This is a poem I wrote about Schopenhauer's principle of individuation.

Blur

A little girl sprawled across blunted cracks
      joins pieces of a monolith
            she cannot grasp

She smiles fearless
Over the wrinkles of the earth, blurs
the multitudes                    the aspects
         the roughage
                   the cliffs
dissonant bodies
in water          adrift

hears the fog tumble
forgets