Field of life
A stream of words flows through the space around,
enlightening with meaning
the poetic field of our nightly dreams.
The substance of our material selves dissolves:
skin and air coalesce into lexical symbiosis.
We are the space-and-self,
whose entrancing dance of matter forms life.
We are the flux,
the deconstructing constructedness
inherent in the embracing space/time.
And as we dance and move, we voice our songs
in quantic lines of here-and-there and same-other.
In this our dance of life we breathe a joy that flows,
and from these verbal lines of flight
bursts forth a field of prose,
a poetic field whose forces drive us
into the imbuing darkness of our nightly dreams.
