there is no burdensome contract to consciousness
there is only every second’s moment’s-fill-forming
experience is only recent’s window-shopping
expectations should not amount to a gift-exchange
there is cell-abration,
of every nano-second’s swarming
the pour of radiance is turning into reverie
the co-mingle is formlessly forming
identification is a come-lately for a bleacher seat
what swims you is in the cross-currents
the streams of being flourish as this intersperse
life exists before labels
even before descriptions that come to mind
we all had womb-emersion before we had words
what is embodiment if not the compliment to spirit
we now know of each other
from before sacred had boundaries
and spirit had limits . . .
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