We seem to believe,
nothing that exists chagrins us.
nor what does not.
we trust untenable parts;
the wholeness of us, loathsomeness
of silence, hunt the being down.
In the larger disquisition of
the whole image are
embedded the glimmers of
the unconnected,
of interdependency and
of reciprocity.
An insight opens and escalates
languidly.
Led astray,
disillusioned against our
expectations,
a vain challenge to the void,
no future, no past and no memory
overtakes us.
We appear in the midst of unfolding
distances, condensed in a single being
spread across all immobilities
of being