Go away from Now

(elucidating on the predicament)

I cannot go away from Now,

I can only stage events

within it.

I can use it

as a background / billboard,

make forest for the trees with it,

make small in a vast of it,

or claim boundaries by it.

As to what I can grasp

or ascertain

or participate with about the Now,

well I can reference it,

escort it,

survive it,

objectify it,

and or disregard it.

It has no it (!),

yet I find myself

the it of it.

I am of the concept of surface,

of identify,

of claim,

of recognition

as prime concern.

But I feel like

I am a being,

just a drop of water,

a reflection,

somehow falsely floating

in this ocean of it,

yet here,

with a mike

and a camera on me

depicting Now

and evaporating into denial.

I claim my shape

and appearance.

I display limited liquidity.

My faith is a viscosity undisclosed.

I give life to my diminishment

as living.

Now celebrates

clouds passing by

as possible dreams

while I have the personal process

of seeing these clouds

as flashback memories.

Documentation is my idle pursuit.

I train for Now to pose

and for viewers to watch.

I am preoccupied

with sensing’s distraction.

But still Now exudes and persists.

I manifest marginally

but naively profess essence.

I am cause worthy as my excuse.

Helpless to be anything but more.

I am the movement for Now

but enigmatic to the core.

liminal . . .

but I cannot go away

from this Now.