Here,
on one of countless, incalculable planets
– countless because planets rise, go under,
rise, emerge from nothing, with streets & playing cards
as in Jorge Luis Borges’ labyrinths,
or as in the total characteristics
of the I Ching’s assembled moments;
incalculable for the same reasons –
a body may dangle on a stone wall,
or settle
in Time Out Of Mind-mornings
in the Great Ship of Dreams

We remember the truly important things
long before they happen,
for their repercussions move in all directions
through time

The body lies in the morning light,
tries not to cause worry,
tries to let be
in a landscape slowly revealed, uncovered,
and etched in ever shorter shadows
in the bleak light of dawn & consciousness
from a coherent system of experiences
and saved worlds in helpless becoming
from old futures, young pasts

Life & World are coherent connections
that run into each other beneath the surface,
like mycelium,
though often experienced as separate, scattered,
unrelated ”events”

Everything is new and interconnected

Each second is the moment of truth