Essay

The impossible has its grip on us.
If only it were so easy
To say that we are in touch
With the impossible.

We see the impossible:
We have intimations.
Because it is impossible
Twice over -- relative to me
And absolutely.

The impossible speaks:
It is a foreign word
Or words in copula.

Its sinews are understanding
But not understood.

The impossible still is,
Which we posit again
And again by sight by voice
Seeing the other
Speaking the other's

The voice that is not our own
The words that are not our own.

We are capable of the incapable. The impossible
Is our incapacity for the possible
In another world to which we belong;

But we belong to it, not it (never it) to us.