Between the journey and the path

the liquid ribbon of quicksilver consciousness instant
requires some concentration,
and some forgetfulness,
weightlessness

the sum of futures collected
inspected
selected
— oops, too late.  They all changed again

instantaneously the itemised and carefully curated collected pasts
also change,
they have been rattled in their box, to show new angles,
previously hidden in shadow or dust

the universal is such a tricky topic,
and hard to suspend in morning coffee,
but if today’s clothes be tomorrow’s laundry,
let us remember that we find ourselves naked

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