a voice on the inside asks . . .
“who is holding on
to what-is-being-held?”
the techniques I am using
to notice as a response
are not collectively clear
follow along with me . . .
before the act of identification
assumes itself to be the task
before the posse of my alerted senses
swarm for claims to declare
before the general reality realms delivery
of specific focus and frame
and before the common sense contingencies
appear in guardianship and summation
it is re-asked again
“who’s holding on to what’s being held?’
A voice on the inside of me continues
to answer in response . . .
“look I had a grip on something
and now I only have that holding on”
as for some method exposed
as that action
I only have
my nerves of steel as galvanized
I am on a precipice of forged interest
within this furnace of intent
assuming even now
that I still can possibly represent myself
towards what was originally being asked
and I have now said it yet here again
with a simple inner questioning in request
“how vast is
who’s holding onto what’s being held?”
so far
I have no containment
no certitude
no conclusion
my voice goes out from within
onto a universe
where even an echo
is not beckoned in response
now and again
muttering to myself
“how vast?”
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