is the electrate thought garden of,
ROBERT ZIN STARK
I’m floating on the velvet oaks
nesting with a sparrow,
to sing of sunlight
and dance to the viridian.
Philosophy’s use is an expanding of the lingual firmament,
resuscitating dimension of our ever-flattening semantic relationships.
This crystalline expansion might collapse
under the hallow relationships with its lower spheres.
Without poetics at the center of our collective beings,
the perspective of the firmament
is only its preceding sphere,
rather than the core of being.
There is nothing significant without being.
If I could sing,
like you are the wind
Branches would brush
a painting with the clouds;
Their rush pink,
and I hear you in pines
a heart so free.
Ethics is the attempt to causally parse aesthetics.
Aesthetics is the attempt to synchronistically integrate ethics.