only surfaced

gone deeper, into the image

where focus becomes 

only a buoyancy of means.

where boundary-ness has no edges 

to support define.

expanse is now this soothing measure 

as if the original gift given to us 

in the form of time.

my sense of embrace has no grip to it

but is kindly felt 

with and within everything.

for there is a meltdown from self-aware.

no one in me is presenting any more.

for me, identify has no gather.

what mind (?),  had its day

I only surfaced, 

in this moment 

just to say . . .