stealth as emptiness
greets me
with the kiss of full-empty awareness,
warmly.
I go out into experience
with that clearly on my mind.
to witness
is a privilege.
my senses are encumbered with service,
tending to a mindfulness
as the labor of self-consciousness.
I look to the sky,
past their testimony of existence.
we are all holding quantum-hands,
cheek to cheek.
this know-how
is the way I sweat out
existence,
for the exercise
and the joy of being,
quantum en mass in movement . . .
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