I am suffering.

ardor diminished

look out the window
see the same glass, half-empty
eyes wander along rolling landscapes
seeking out rapidly recovering raw plates of land

rather enjoying
indulging the habit
seeing with memory
the neural network patterns
of pre-enlightenment

what the eyes see, what the ears hear, what the skin feels

patterns and relationships
isolated phenomena
numeralized
graphed diachronic

It’s a skill so deeply satisfying

the eye is drawn to these raw scars
human activities
natural processes
fluid transfer

yet core patterns don’t change much
from year to year
soil washes off slopes
into the river of hundreds if not thousands of years; rebuilding

taking generations

these patterns

satisfying and useful

cognizant

knowledge tempers hands tendency
to want to fix
read, and
tamper with

—everything in sight.