That moment when the thing arcs
ever skyward, continues beyond, enters the unattainable
past it’s being as thing and as dream, and you
realizing it’s lost, moment being memory of your death but
still in as and as in of and as in being dogma
inherent within performance and performance
as plan and or of and by design as by anti-inherently
non-inherent as is if coherence
unveils capacity of being in and of within though non-being
non-sequential arc of sky bound
ordained oath, moment, realization
being by suffering of pangs and of suffering by desire
of ever landing sky as earth, as thing and as of thing without consequence as of thing
thing thus glides lightly and by thus swivels though gratefully
thing disappears deeper into cloud dust
cyan vapor of expectation lost
transubstantiates from quotidian miracle into movie you’ve already seen
in moment in flesh
of flesh of several flesh curating
flesh of creation, as explanation,
as grounding as anchor to one of many passing stills, as pressing the thing and you
flat, as you and memory of you, as thing
as they as moment as you.