quiet and bright

i have been displaced.

a wave was once dense but by a sheering, changed its direction, projected itself onto a new observable, and became thin but spacious. can you feel numbers? let me explain. the sun is in my eyes. its like that, the sun. like something soft without any arms one can shake, but still wraps around you like a blanket. eddying about a finger or a neck, spilling over a back. something that is felt without form but with intuition. a small white space, quiet and bright. the center of the universe. but i have been displaced. the only thing that travels faster than light is shadow. and so thinness is what we call dancing on tiptoes. I wrote that in a math book once, dance without hesitation or pause. then you will know Mathematics. it is an uncertain thing to orbit around your center. particularly when your center is so small and soft. such an odd thing. so can you feel it? a number or a certainty? faith hole. you must. the presence of that center or purpose is not unique, Truth is there. Truth is not unique. but so often our orbit is a swelling failed to climax. i am wrapped up in it all. and the act of constructing an assessment is assessment itself. i feel like sand under feet.