it’s not the next moment
that is totally relevant.
it is that the next moment has carriage,
an underlying momentum drawing us forward,
so to speak, as if next moments actually occur
within the stream of being,
as if there is frame after frame
that is original and authentic at source.
are we that source?
or are we in receivership?
are we at that source?
or ever removed
from the where and how of that?
topics seem to be our nose rings,
as if bottles of champagne,
broken over the bow
of next thoughts’ enterprise.
speak is set a sail.
we all wave good bye
to meaning, on its journey . . .
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