I am currently writing a research paper on the concept of Khôra, which is introduced in Plato’s Timaeus. Today, I took a walk in the woods to philosophize in true Socratic fashion. After much contemplation, I created this erasure poem to grasp at the concept of Khôra, a space that evades all logos and mythos.
She will not
I wrote the original poem in 2012. It’s interesting what one can find hidden within a text.
Domed in the starry sphere,
drops like wind and lifts winged arms heavenward.
Smothered in a veil of memory,
awaiting stillness in silence
from her heart a song wells, overflows
ballads sung to no one.
On moors, shadowed and still,
darkened with fires kindled in vanity,
spilling a bowl of ashes mingled with tears,
and drunk up by earth’s dry mouth
she laughs at my calamity,
embarks to root me down, and hold me.
I will not be held,
but trample on the wasted earth,
and bound until her gravity deny,
and uphold the wings of liberty
in the face of the daunting sky.