I haven’t yet found the perfect words to describe the things I see and know. It isn’t enough to simply describe the whole system or the intricateness and dependence of everything on everything else. It isn’t enough to separate the idea from the form, to continue forever in both directions, or follow a circle to the beginning, and it’s certainly not enough to simply say that it’s beautiful. It’s more than just a machine, which I hope in time they’ll find. Because, one day, I wandered outside to find something more than just the shadows and golden calves, more than forbidden apples or even sunlight. I began to see – and that was the greatest miracle. I began to disregard my knowledge, till I found the ideal which I know I never can describe. And while I don’t have all the words, it is beautiful. And we are the poorest, luckiest damned fools if this was all by chance… but I have a feeling that it wasn’t.
Andrew Venegas
San Jose
SJSU
poetry
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