life between thoughts

getting into the free-fall interval, 

before nextness is taken up,

before recognition scrambles to reclaim,

while perception is in the lightening of loiter,

where post identified is still fully-faded,

just in that duration of clarified vagary,

where the lust for emptiness pleasures in lostness.

it's not numbness but where emptiness 

flashes in its full existence.

where nothing of noteworthiness is formalized,

embellished with quick-flash vastness. 

it's that interval between phasing out 

and then full bore phasing back in,

that keepsake of a substantive vacuum, 

an intervention of timelessness occupancy,

yet way after thought's full bloom and complete death,

but way before another has come into blossom.

it's not a long time span in the ever ongoing

but voluminous without thought provoking,

almost anti-cerebral in presence,

as the illumined shadow of shadowiness

or that which defies dimensional habitation.

it's where an extreme of unmentionableness occurs.

where the origin of mindfulness

never got any traction or identity,

where featuredness is featureless,

and where no means of grip or grasping easily occurs.

a life span could pass, 

without any attention brought on to this state,

as a backdrop of full vacuum assumed. 

it is as if that blip of silence 

had initially unchallenged occupancy,

as if the eye of this needle of time

had unrecognized dimples in a vacant smile.

it has the smoothest fleeting skin,

never touched by otherwise awareness,

as the rushing hush of blur-retention.

it is in the grand absence of images oppressing,

a home base without identity's plea.

it is just a nameless faceless sense of being.

what else could we eventually want

out of a life, 

from the compression of birth

to the terming of a sunset death?

just a senseless pleading access 

to this timeless momentum,

every now and then . . .