Understanding

Understanding is a death trap.

When you finally understand,

just like a photo still shot shoot,

it's history!

Imprinted

but fastly disappearing

beneath the flash flood of now.

Can't get a grip

in a swift current

without this potential

of slippage.

Just like my hand

out the window

of a fast moving car,

grabbing at what(?)

this is way worse

than a dog substitute

for my hand!

His nose affixed,

he is in reverie, sniffs,

computes, and moves on.

But for me,

I feel sensations 

but nothing to say . . .

like I am skywriting

in a fog bank.

Sacred geometry,

all around me weeps,

for understanding’s life

is imperviously so,

oh yes, duly noted

and proceeding,

but in a deeper sense,

undisturbed.

Chaos has to be

a slap in the head,

that puts me in

a firefight of attention,

get the animation of my blood

dedicated to the now

and not just ordering

from the seen it, done it,

been there, menu.

Are you (!) understanding me

or am I

just on your menu?