Knowing

This be a slice of reality,
A sheet of paper fallen, conveniently,
Away from the empty weight
(On which this love affair began).

Feigning silence, architects?
They dance around a universe created,
Projected, calculated, desecrated,
At last, dejected- a shrine.

One slice, just one, and
I am far from here, leaning
Far past the breadth of life, daring
To fold, peel this sheer leaf- anew.