Engulfed:
by bliss and peace and beauty;
I lose my faculty of reason
and crumble into a cliche pulp-mill.

What I can say is nothing new
and yet the feeling of moment
of sudden flawless concatenation of circumstance
drives me to strive to show it;
but the subtle shadowplay,
of the scents the air the light:
I haven’t any words
that are not pre-chewed and a waste of time.

So I surrender to moment, to moment,
to movement, the flicker and dance; instead
of trying to speak, I listen.