the map

i twist as you turn

with your every thought

with my every thought

we shift the whole

i sense

the subtleties

of a sea-change

as the sparkling cloud

of energy that is

the all

of us

wavers ever so slightly

and adjusts itself

contracting and expanding

with each moment

each choice

each birth

each death

-

even the simplest and most reasonable wish

is danced out as precisely

as the tiniest cogged wheel

spins

in the finest watch

and you know and i know

that these worlds that we are

whirl

in deference

to the whole

to the similarly turning billions

i am not naturally circumspect

i am not inclined towards the deferential

and yet

i turn

my sensitive cog

in the greatly and entirely conjoined whole

as i come to recognize

my becoming self

and in those tiny glories

so very much

becomes nothing and then everything

in a way that the surface of this world

has suggested for so very long

i am

repeatedly

i am

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the lovely blossom cloud at the top of this post is courtesy of my bruvver david in vancouver