what I want before want
(part one)
I love the joy of movement.
I love the sensing
from the joy of movement.
I want to sense that movement
before the movement exists.
I want to sense that movement
before the sense of movement
exists,
even before want exists.
I want to clearly sense
the before, an urgency occurs,
to sense the before,
immediacy occurs,
but mostly, to sacredly sense
before any sensing occurs.
What I want
is that fullness of presence
that creeps up on everything.
I want daring
before clarity refines.
I want a full mind
of open-ended awareness
before definition’s implicit faith.
I want the sense of this sperm,
the sperm that made me,
by it’s driving beat
before uniting with this ovum
into cell cleavage, then me.
It’s what I want before want.
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