A Moment...A Fleeting Dot of Time . . .

In all checkered places of the cutting back

Ascending stairs and steps to Everland

In the working backwards they were all around me

Those pictures of weighted things that fly.

In the painted vision of even the simplest thing

Came the entirety of the all in all 

Being there even for a moment and I was       

Through to the happening-breath of the Other Side

Immediacy in the taking in of life

The partition split in the instant

The curtain being pulled aside

And the running thing there inside the hard

Seeing through in this fleeting dot of time

I had wings to fly amidst the unravelling runes

Vaster, realer the feathered things there         

Greater than hard shadows of halting outsides

In the breathing instant the shining thing laid bare

And I too become taken of the breaking longing . . .

Its living part always reaching out towards you

Ever following you, seeing you pursue the swiftlight

Ever close to you, seeing you knew

The need of changing

And all that in the glimpse of one moment there

Upon the veiled steps and stairs of the descending

Bearings of the beautiful tastings of the love-gold

And the thing beyond you twisting its tearing edge

Deep inside you

Knowing you there, if you let it,  
The tearing thing, the freeing thing 
In the stairs of the pursuit        

The swiftlight in the knowing of you deep within

Bearings of the weight of a bushel of answers

Could you?

All branded oscilloscopes measuring uncharted waters

But to believe, who would be so foolish as to lose     

What you thought you knew?

Who would give a fig for a basket of feathers?

Or trade in their first lamp to join with the finders?