are they real
the glimmers caught at the edge of my eye ?

there is something going on underneath certainty
it is not a place
and transformation has nothing to do with it

at the moment, I am leaning toward
any immense computer simulation
as being the basis for this reality
but, of course, that is the product of my times

place me gently in this same spot, Vermont,
the great North Woods
five hundred years ago
that the world was carried on the back
of an immense turtle
and every hunt would be rewarded in the afterlife
filled with ancestors, devoid of mystery,
these things would also be evident

we are the sum of a gazillion thoughts and influences
we possess nothing


Thursday, November 14, 2013