Breathless


As a compulsion tospeeduperupts
I slow down.

As a compulsion to slow down yawns
Ispeedup.

The contrary will
inhales
no manic-rhythmic daydream of this or that,
it
exhales
no mother-father addiction of wright or rong.

Here and now

balanced feather profound on breathless nothing,

I awake.

Above below without within

a glimpse nimble

wordless whispers:

childawe

mindjoy

lightinsight


sextasy.