the ageing mind

the ageing mind
is cake-mix in a kitchen
bowl swimming in water

& time is an old wooden
spoon mixing-
mixing-disturbing-
transforming all

you thought you
imagined you knew
the everything
you hoped you
remembered––

the what you grasped
on to when you needed
to grasp––

the sacred undying form
of your eternal
self is distracting in
discombobulated
reality

you await the yeast, the
oven, the consumption &
the liberation of
energetic light

the universe is the
bowl & the crystals
of the mix are
dark matter & the
stars

let the spoon be
the law for now
following the whim
or the intent of the
force(s) that commands
the handle of things

all will be forever present
& all will be forever well

until the next forever
trundles over the next horizon
like
dawn