Every light turns to darkness,
every sound to silence.
every moon
is crescent,
every life is dead in some depth
and every death is life in sheer potentiality,
a fardel of nutriment
for other livings to dwell on.
The further we go
the closer we get.
The higher we climb
the deeper we shall fall.
If something is unsightly
something out there
is too beautiful.
Difference is the source of motion.
In stillness there are no differences
no medium of contrast and comparison.
We polarize to wave.
We just wave to roll on,
to
continue.
