What no one will remember
(Part xL9)
Nowhereness. July 18. ’13.
if
some
fundamental
level
of reality
the blurry steps
of the passage of time
limbs moving, solitary breath
dying streams of flesh
darkness with short
explosions of light
everything is metamorphosis
formlessly attached
to the mind
the visible is unexplored
nobody sees the becoming
was
the world
collapsing
into my soul?
the greatest adventure
to have all the
planets in view
to be a leaf
and die like a
son
I have begun to lean forward my head
the stupor, yes
but maybe,
an imminent plunge
into the absurd battle,
where little has control
often incoherent
incomplete
but ever
transforming.
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