I am clear, curious, cautious, smooth of
Wit with the shallow reach of wisdom's
Innocence.
You are the gestation of each moment.
Our singularity. Quietly purring
To my impatience.
But -
Are we finite partners posed upon
The Horizon’s infinite embrace?
Or -
A point on the fractal maze
Of random recklessness.
Notational, generational, probational -
The waving sediment of ancestral hosts
Informed upon the precipice of a
feckless consciousness
As
Fictive waste poised for rapid reset.
Some think reality is just the lastest prompt of a whimsical Playstation time traveler. Shakespeare wrote, “Life is but a dream, within a dream.”