Here,

on one of countless, incalculable planets

– countless because planets rise, go under,

rise, emerge from nothing, with streets & playing cards

as in Jorge Luis Borges’ labyrinths,

or as in the total characteristics

of the I Ching’s assembled moments;

incalculable for the same reasons –

a body may dangle on a stone wall,

or settle

in Time Out Of Mind-mornings

in the Great Ship of Dreams

We remember the truly important things

long before they happen, 

for their repercussions move in all directions

through time

The body lies in the morning light, 

tries not to cause worry,

tries to let be

in a landscape slowly revealed, uncovered,

and etched in ever shorter shadows

in the bleak light of dawn & consciousness

from a coherent system of experiences

and saved worlds in helpless becoming

from old futures, young pasts

Life & World are coherent connections

that run into each other beneath the surface,

like mycelium,

though often experienced as separate, scattered,

unrelated ”events”

Everything is new and interconnected

Each second is the moment of truth