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