i
The absolute unknown pure awareness is always stirring
with the dark wild and obscure energetic knowing of
self-awareness.
Being is the dark matter of space-time.
Mind lights up the place with story.
ii
In this August slant of time, the sun now sets before the
hour of eight. Even the summer dreams of green infinity begin to yellow.
It's true that everything about the day is fiction.
But the thought of waking is its prodigious masterpiece.
Self-awareness happens and what happens turns to being.
So the apple doesn't fall that far; it merely lands within its
own universe.
Walking home across a midnight field, I see a falling star.
Falling through the dark wild sky, I search for Eve anew again.
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