Inside

Outer consciousness melds light across Heightened self portals within which the Unconditional disregard dys- and re-regulates Apparent untethered vim from Its natural resting place of
In me
Wanton mind fabric flows and folds across inner Space connecting once unremarkable phenomena, those Feelings and that sense of
Self
Disconnected from the daily business of living Those parts which partake in both the labors and Joy of being
Here and Me
Wishes of foreknowledge don’t surface for or of These peculiar un-self phenomena of parts free- Floating and loosely bound to the end of
Being me
The daily business now is of reweaving the pieces of Myself. Can I remember who I was? I know that it’s irrelevant. Instead Can I imagine who I will
Be?