when notice goes without saying

 

ever is the unfolding of notice.

yet when there is no one here 

to the notice of nothing,

the custody of expectation starts dissolving.

cognition is becoming an evaporative hollow.

the senses and activity of this dormancy

resume an elevated kind of hibernation,

where the breath breathes 

of itself in passing.

these words that I wrote, 

as of then, they said goodbye.

for pronouncement now of then 

becomes without origin.

I was surely there, 

that said that.

that which your recognition chases after.

so what of then, 

will become of becoming?

even this ending 

had a beginning

and the end of this

has an ending.

all of which 

is only in the eyes of the beholder.

and the beholder too,

is only all of which? . . .