being here

“repetition
variation
intersect in
Mother Gaia,
existence is our
salvation from the
Void” -Jerus Maximus

We unfold like paper umbrellas
little bloomings
snowflakes on the crinkled nose
of a child
glorious revelations
brilliant in our being

soon forgetful
all enveloped cultural
pigs in blankets
fit only for
consumption

reawakened by small
sparks
glimmers of light on
lips of strangers
reminders of our
effervesence
or as Hegel once said the:

“foaming ferment of finitude”