(illumination)

The power of the parenthesis (subject, writing) exists in its ability to create parallels—to house within the hooks of two sweeping loops a substance of infinitude, says the bashful Speaker. She wonders: how does the content (within these affectionate half-moons) interact with the lacerated space around? 

(Amidst the onslaught of pointed diction and punctured space exists a sentimental sweep; a pause of thought; a clarification of sorts that means to bring a peace in abridged piece to an arena of inkshed) 

The parenthesis demands a shift in thought, a necessary cognitive movement that illuminates what most readers regard as the main event—but what is “the main event”? (Is it fair to say that the contents of a parenthetical clause are subject to the discrimination of a biased reader, one who (understandably) assumes that what exists within merely informs what exists outside?) 

The twinned horseshoe leaves in its wake a mystique often unaddressed because it is sealed in closure; the reader is comforted by confined content and experiences it as a parallel text, alien though necessarily (and at least) tangential to its context. The parenthesis is almost a whisper; it is a change in tone; in voice;  (and the soothing effect of the bulging pair cannot be thoroughly endured till the reader finds himself frantically searching for that second curl of cessation that will give him leave to settle back into the comfort of the original phrase; he fidgets in loss, forsaken by his writer; an errant reader lost in the literal whims of fancy.