Were I to awaken in a world beyond this one, without reference to all I've known, I'd hope to be fearless.
amongst an assembly of other entities, my former self dissembled.
I would have vanished then into a landscape where my liminality would experience new qualities.
Alert to other imperatives, the "I" I'd then be would have a new commision, and new exercise.
Never homeless, forever belonging in a universe so vast I would never locate any boundaries...
witness to an everlasting truth, with an evolution unending.
trying to find something to say ( write ) on this...
ReplyDeletemy english are simly too poor
you are my favorite poet
You're extraordinarily kind, Demie. Sometimes I run out of words too.
ReplyDeleteOptimistic!
ReplyDeleteI hope, James, gardening and other work keep me grounded!
ReplyDeletemakes me think of Alice through the looking glass, but much calmer.
ReplyDeleteI slip and slide as much as Alice ever did, Catmint...
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