the only bridge in across forever
is made of perplexing paradoxes.
the only vehicle to cross with
is contemplative consciousness.
the task to bridge-cross
from one mountain to another
is in the nature of linear thinking.
exemplifying the whole construct
from timelines to metaphors,
from passage into epitomes,
is but lower consciousness rumblings
as motivational mutterances,
more precisely as ventilation then envisioning.
until contemplation has no subject matter
and essence is not a quantifier,
we just invoke the self-capture
and keep pronouncing it
as if summoning a stasis of being,
as if that consciousness was justified,
as a style of self-observation,
presenting dignified as conscious implied . . .