the all

All form is lacking

in deeper dimensions.

All speech

is secretly muttered

in lament and dismay.

All content is displaying

eventual incompleteness.

All circumstance features

ever-expansion.

All comprehension arrives

fashionably late.

All observance is really

at best,

a bystander’s view.

All reenactments

lack animation

from the heart.

All redemptions pay

an unreasonable ransom.

All accounts have spin

as agenda in disguised.

All agreements

have conclusions

on retainers in fine print.

The perception of all

is a bafflement

of half empty.

The concept of all

is a trivia nightmare.

The assumption of all

is a management position.

The work of the all

is an exercise in separation.

The essence of all

is a compelling arrangement.

My connection to the all

is a whole other matter.

My participation in the all

has only one option:

the now about that,

without any

of these summations,

the now about that,

without

definitive interventions,

the now about that,

without the bribe

of expectations,

the now about that,

without

separation’s reactions,

the now about that,

without control

as employment,

the now about that,

with only all

of everything in play.

How about the all

of that now?