(no subject)

[arial_boundary]

time is an enormous long river
that flows to me
and flows through me,

and I am a passenger
on a series of streaming realizations-

passing by
in infinite and instant transmigrations
from a here to a there,

and everywhere
I Am

a fleeting snapshot
of a way to be;
one way to
do
this living consciousness.

it's not nonsence
or a random rowing over
and over-
oar by oar by hour by
our towers we build that flourish
to fall.

our gift is to look at it all
when desolation has harvested it's writhed fruit
from the panoramic bird's eye of transcendence
over a landscape of unending emptiness
and see

possibilities,

.