[3 October 2019]
There are three states, three modes,
Three beings that look not at all related,
Yet grow forth, one from the seed of the next:
Each state offers unto the next something unquantifiable,
But essential to not only their natures,
But to the nature of that which proceeds forth from it:
Impermanence, dissatisfaction, estrangement or dislocation.
Born somewhere in their midst, hung just beneath the surface
(Something I am never quite conscious of, Yet I rely on at every point and in every moment) – A juxtaposition, woken from solipsistic sleep And etched forever on the face of a dusty hillside
Between two olive trees: a timeless moment:
I sleep, I touch your face, I sleep again.