Perfect jewel, this awareness here,
poised in the timeless now.
A biological dream
seeing the way
for the replicating forms
that spawned it.
I am here … and I am not.
Waiting for the laws of physics
to unwind me.
Can words beguile me
against such clarity?
The very is-ness crawls around my feet
and knows nothing of my name.
I am here … and I am not.
Come and embrace me
before this darkness
disassembles me.
Have we anything else
but the touch of a loving hand
and these dusty spiritual books?
I am here … and I am not.
Gallagher
10 Oct 2018
Christchurch