what is incomprehensible

In healing - to rain
so.

A hard bright fancy bears
wings forward, only to. There isn’t there,
is there? Yet between inside the underward and upward,
we find stop. Stop.

Stop goes on like nothing else, honeywhat.
Where the old days, flown as always, rampaged
like runaway monoliths and bulwarks
to an immutable force which proved
all too resistible to each and all, at least
of us. Who were we then?

Just who we are now. Who are we now?

Feathers kept in disaster scrapbooks.
Sand-pieces. Capital equipment investments
for a nonsense factory, sitting waiting our temporary place
in a descending warehouse whose basement’s an upscale
graveyard. In these necks of this long-since clear-cut woods,
that’s what passes for gentrification.

Eventually it begins to make sense. You can’t pretend
incomprehensibility indefinitely. If you keep running
that track in mind your feet (mind’s feet) begin to make sense
of it, from sheer impact, solidity, shin splints (mind’s shins)
(mostly the left). The sense it begins to make is inescapable
and you want to run away - but you can’t.

That’s what got you here. The sense it makes grows to inhuman.

Then you laugh. Not because you were about to cry. It appears
to have been some sort of autonomic response. A biological
or neurological (or some other kind of -logical that doesn’t help)
response to any inexorable attempts at sensemaking directed
to absurdity, or at it. You laugh.

Because you realize that didn’t make sense at all.

It was incomprehensible.