we
obtuse with bias + expectations
acutely unaware of complementary relations
     look straight through reality
reflexive views narrowing into peephole perspectives
                               always circling i

this moment is beautiful. this moment is already gone.
\
a tree leaned in to touch my aura
we were both green
I wasn't still long enough
//
the train catches my drift
as I drift through the city
  left my intentions at the last station
didn't stop long enough to hear
the kids laughing
\
ding ding doors closing
//
my light exposure is drawn out to a blur
what is
occurred
\
this moment is beautiful. this moment is already gone.
//
feet match the pace of music
earphones glued in
shirley horne playing as I skip
to the next track
\
stand clear doors closing
//
this is just a work sample
nothing final
   you have to return to fully appreciate
     this moment
     this moment
     this moment
ink floods the page
but dries faster than I can write
\
this moment is gone
             before I can capture it

it will all come again
history is a writhing ouroboros
shedding its skin
trace the periphery in pencil
   the paradox of the portal is beyond erasure
                                                 is veiled mana manifest
                                                 is dissociation breeds transcendence

it will all come again
different plane         similar frequency         same energy
3 intentional breaths spell it out:
                           B-E       H-E-R-E       N-O-W
mantras echo in hallowed space
i am part of the oneness
                                    i am part of the oneness
                                                         ­              i am part of the oneness
my potential is endless
                                my potential is endless
                                                         ­       my potential is endless
it is well in my soul
                            it is well in my soul
                                                        it is well in my soul

it will all come again
  today was a drizzle of curbside convos
  today was a shower of hugs
  today was a torrent of gratitude
         it rolls over in the rain

it will all come again tomorrow

they covered the bombs
with drop beats
                      and hi-hats
the sky opened up something fierce
       she dropped it lower than my credit score

birds scatter a confused nature
their cries are sampled in the transition

                  a king               a tyrant
  a tyrant                a king
voted to the throne

this display of power won’t stand
I’ve never witnessed a drone strike
but fear destruction all the same
  it is all over this track
  played in heavy rotation
                                                        ­       why am I here?
I cannot dance to this tune
lyrics still escape my mouth
                          an exhale of shame
they promised music + poetry
but I want to protest

Who am I, diffused across edges unseen, slipping through brackets and tidy design?
I am the shimmer between words, the pulse that breathes life past any sign.

What mark do I leave when shadow meets light, when definitions fracture on the tongue?
I am the fingerprint of midnight, a print that winks out before it is sung.

Which echo follows footsteps in crowded rooms, each question a mirror that answers its own?
I am the tremor in your certainty, the quiver that cracks what you’ve always known.

What am I, if not the sum of your maps, the margin where ink bleeds through the page?
I am possibility unchained: I ≠ labels; I outrun every cage.