all things

Last hoary feathers 

On shreds of glass

Where I kept watch

And silent breath supplied

The inhabitants of my mind

Too much life

I imagined them here

On the glass

Ghostly images stayed

Then left, then brought back again

And frozen in cool time.

I saw them in true form

A fractal pattern 

Stretching from infinity to infinity

I knew then my ancestors

My progeny

And I 

Together with all things

Populate the One

And can't help but long for the Zero

Life seeking unlife

And that yearning,

The ineluctable participation in

The cosmic conscience,

Like field lines arcing from

Pode to Antipode,

The Forever Ride.

There, in and amongst the broken world

I awakened to it all.

Will to Being my heart resolve?

Or shatter?