Ray and Charles Eames were onto something
Drawing back as far as one can go, the picture changes
To become unrecognizable
Even as it is the same thing
Heading in, all the way in
Is both not possible and deeply disorienting
It's necessary to polish the lenses
Of the microscope, the telescope, and the eyeglasses
Every day
To avoid losing sight of each size picture
Yet a blurry world has a lot to say
About perspective
And precision
And particularly clarity
As does a world in darkness
The zooming implies that everything must fit together
Must make sense
Must unfold in a way that, from God to the ant, coheres
But each layer exists in its own universe
A Flatland
With each dimension and vertex
Not fitting into a Liebnizian system
No matter how the symbols shake out
Roman Ryan 