Recycling what memory
Only holds
To look at it fresh,
New eyes
Rising with the sun,
Both power and agency,
The sovereign
And their fire.
When's the last time
You had a really good
Ego death?
A dark night of the soul?
Not like it's
One and done.
It keeps whispering
As long as you are silent,
As long as you can listen
To what does not present itself,
To perform for you who are
An extension of what it thinks.
The true you has no such
Fixed parameters;
You are as fluid as they are
Content with any hermit crab
Identity the wind blows
Like cow dung to your nose,
The better to savor the aromas
Of everything that's missing,
The one thing
That always is, missing, that is,
The indefinable ineffable
Be-all and end-all disruptor
Black swan unicorn event
That shows us what was there
The whole time
Or would, if time
Existed in any way except to
Mark the moments.
