the viper strikes
& sleepy death
oozes through
indifferent plastic
tubes
night claps down
day juts up
& hours completely
disappear––
where was i?
where have all those minutes
gone?
when all time stopped,
i was praying––
a word for giving
thanks––
a word for giving
all
did the sun
stand still
or the moon
eclipse?
was i
a nobody-no-where?
or just a monitor
disconnected from
its c.p.u.?
or perhaps
my tick of particular hours
collapsed into a sympathetic
wave-form sea––
or maybe
my-i is just jammin’
in its own
dimension
because it wants to
& because it can
each photon
charts its singular energy-
eternity––
is it blind?
is it sense-less?
is “to be”
to be a “thing”?
a “living thing”?
a “conscious thinking”?
what then, for us
non-material no-things?
day & night; birth &
thereafter cannot extinguish
us
we are contingent
if-then butterflies
like rainbows arising
or a resonating echo
that’s never heard
we if-then-spirit-sprites
are as durable as
any proton
as energetic as
any quark
& certainly we become
perfectly free
the instant
we let go