all of a sudden
makes an entry.
there are overwhelming enfolds,
blossoming face-fulls of intimacy
meeting my every next thought,
with complete embrace and dismemberment.
any inquiry of particulars
is absorbed.
there is a flush of fullness
with no parts remaining.
gravity has lost it way of influence.
audience has no parts still watching.
there is current as being.
embodiment remains unnameable.
maybe it's joy,
before it becomes named.
it's a surrender
as surface-less intertwines.
it's a wholeness as registry.
it's all of motion with no moving parts.
thought has no words for escape.
it's as stillness endlessly dancing.
time has taken a momentum brake.
it's flustering, being a person in this.
this that eventfully has no frame.
having to go outside of this,
to come up with experience,
translated into words to say.
being here and there.
what else can I say? . . .
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