Upper regions, upper tombs, to awaken
more—it’s never by one take, refill film, retake existence.
Wild animals tamed. Years to
excellence. Still unhealed, doing better.
It takes time to shift it. One
element in cosmos, one take is a rare instance.
Ah! I remember those sharks. I
remember pain wrote that.
Maybe a pet, a tarsier, too exotic.
Maybe souls are rich in culture. Maybe today is good.
I’d go for unhidden instead of forbidden:
one compels more.
Slowly growing newer senses—muddy
inside, cleansed inside, if I’d shift perception.
While stars are on hooks, while
sunshine is gentle, we’d fair well to plan.
–
“To above, or inside?”
“I’d imagine to broaden some scope of
what is unseen.”
“What is a backstory?”
“Infinite regression.”
“When do we pause?”
“When answers match evidence?”
