Your Impossible Eyes

By Craig Kurtz

“‘And then came the grandest idea of all! We actually made a map of the country, on the scale of a mile to the mile!’ ‘Have you used it much?’ I enquired. ‘It has never been spread out, yet. The farmers objected: they said it would cover the whole country, and shut out the sunlight! So we now use the country itself, as its own map, and I assure you it does nearly as well’. ”
—Lewis Carroll, Sylvie and Bruno Concluded.

No one’s mapped the sun
because the telescope’s too short
or the questions lack the depth
& the numbers shift the sum.
It’s not a closed universe,
the thread rejects its spool;
this locale is hypothetical
with instants intermultiple.

No one’s mapped your eyes
because the contents stay in flux
or the color calls the sky
& the sky is undefined.
It’s not a finite chronicle,
the strand transcends an open key;
this proximity is undeterred
by antecedents or cartwheels.

Periodic charts only hypothesize
apertures chronologized by aliquots;
perhaps a map, scaled mote to mote,
would communicate this aggregate.
Diminution as well as augmentation
correspond to pitched revisions
yet clarity of expatiation
might require lifetimes unattained.

No one’s mapped the universe
because the contents intermultiply
or the colors hypothesize the sum
& the sum transcends the undefined.
It’s not a closed proximity,
the questions might require flux;
this strand is scaled to aliquots
with instants undeterred by maps.

Craig Kurtz lives at Twin Oaks Intentional Community where he writes poetry while simultaneously handcrafting hammocks. Recent work has appeared in The Bitchin’ Kitsch, Blotterature, The Blue Hour, Drunk Monkeys, Literati Quarterly, Outburst, Regime, Indigo Rising, Harlequin Creature, Reckless Writing and The Tower Journal. Recent music featured at Fishfood & Lavajuice.