Life
Each day is the same
Lost scenes of the past
Come back to life
And weave the narrative
Of my being-there
Each word is a thread
The assemblage of language
Is a mesh that contains
Me, my body
My reality
Each thought that connects
I am within the flow of life
Swimming in reality
And this flux of experience
Feeds my consciousness
While feasting off it
Each poem that creates
Form, structure, content
They express the ecology
Of creation
Creation of a world
Within and without
A liminal space
That seeks to impress
But can only transgress
What it wills into our attention
Formstructurecontent
Each day the same
Each word a thread
Each thought connects
Each poem creates
Createdness
Is but the line of flight
Of what was never split
Cognition, physiology, ecology
Each a thread in the mesh of the Self
Each a thought in the passing of the day
Each a word that connects me to the rest of the world
Each the same homogeneous blend
LIFE
