At the Borders of Language

There is mystery here

at the borders of language.

Here at the checkpoint

between the certain and the unknown,

you must exchange

the currency of our realm – control –

for the heavier – or is it lighter? – currency of truth.

You must learn to live in new laws,

written in a language you only heard

as whispers

from your books of theories.

Derrida, de Man, Zizek…

But Mysteries swoop here

and there, surprising, wooing, or killing

the un-blind.

To be taken by a Mystery – how sweet!

Or so I’ve heard. I only lie here

at the borders of language.