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on the entering of a prime

March 1, 2020

on the entering of a prime
with the perception of some kind of a perimeter
vaguely holding things in place
with a slow puncture
gradually insisting on deceleration
or at least more naps

late bloomer
but blooming
just in time
it’s all so much more
than it used to be

accents of inexpensive wine
gather shadily around the nose and mouth
on a face that now shows that it has lived
rather than merely survived
eyes that need tools
survey hands that are becoming speckled
while odd blemishes appear and fade lazily

expansion of keyhole views
overcoming an acceptance of assumptions
in order to take in the whole
part by part
that each part
might be filed away
for further digestion
the thirst and the why
that draws us into the world
a world constantly expanding
as minds may soak in its marinade

late bloomer
but blooming
just in time
it’s all so much more
than it used to be

the observation of an odd stubborn streak
hitherto hidden – but who knows?
perhaps it’s been clear to others
for many years stuck to the back
like a sign saying “stay away: I pong”

the relentless yinyang of the cave and the throng
the deepening exploration of minutiae
small wonder there are more naps
there’s cataloguing and cross-referencing to be done

life rarely pauses
but one gets more deft
at the use
of the snooze button

late bloomer
but blooming
just in time
it’s all so much more
than it used to be

ongoing refinement of priorities
without exclusion of frivolities
the acceptance of acceptances
the embrace of gracious graces

a distant humming
of horizons that lie
deeper than expected
but what surprise ought that be
knowing the distraction of surfaces
particularly now that we live in a world
largely consisting of surface distractions

the long dawning thought of 
an alternative navigation
that this
tumblingstumbling
fallingupstairs
hitandmiss
path may be trod
by a series of
interlocking experiments
in alchemy and metaphysics
and quantum theories of 
sanity and its cousins

still the days pass
with ordinary moments
wrapped around
and shot through
with quicksilver and lime
and a hint of major seventh

late bloomer
but blooming
just in time
it’s all so much more
than it used to be

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