interleaved lightening tall grass,

  shuffling, itching to strike

patiently waiting and ready 

retracted tiger claws

     electric metathought, behind

a meager dust of words and world

  blinded by sight

tall grass lightening, prowling

 through itself

       concealed core

'My reflection on this subject starts with childhood memories. One sleeps alone, the adults continue life; the child feels the silence of his bedroom as “rumbling.” It is something resembling what one hears when one puts an empty shell close to the ear, as if the emptiness were full, as if the silence were a noise. It is something one can also feel when one thinks that even if there were nothing, the fact that “there is” is undeniable. Not that there is this or that; but the very scene of being is open: there is. In the absolute emptiness that one can imagine before creation - there is.'

                           — Emmanuel Levinas - Ethics and Infinity