Note: Descartes’ aesthetics held that a creation of many minds can never be as beautiful as one mind, a creation made by an isolated or lone consciousness. This is an interesting analog to his epistemology. However,  the idea of an isolated consciousness, aesthetic or otherwise, is incoherent, and so…

What better way
to give the lie
to Descartes

than to stand
in the muggy heat
here, on the periphery

where seed foam rises
up between us –
the city in a depth of shade

Where cloud and sun judder –
undecided
who will win the day.

The heat and sweat will have it
drawing the patchwork
city deeper into distances.

No one mind held this.
And yet – here it is
Miyazaki perfect.