where 'is' becomes 'be'

to be of a precipitous eminence

that 'is', passing through an evaporative exodus 

without any mindful registry,

as if how secrets occupy no space 

when they intimately emotionally embrace. 

that 'is', not driven to dress up in words,

no language forming,

no gawking from self-dialogue asides,

not even a whisper of mentality as bystander,

a purity of presence  

without any dimensional download.

even experience is at a loss to apprehend,

a wizardry's presence 

without any self-audience sense,

where essence bathes in its radiance expressing,

where there are no memory withdrawals,

no befores towards substantiation

and no wait of afters amounting to lingers,

where 'is' loses its noun status supporting

and 'be' has no experiential takeaways forthcoming.

it is a fulfillment without experimental claim,

where vast offers no perspective

and void has no need of substantive redemption.

all of this in the genius of emotional wizardry

'is', coming out of a drawnness 

to 'be', the fore . . .