There is a desire
that is not human
and belongs to no self
A desire
that travels into the world
without a desiring self
mindless therefore
It is the line of my thought
and it journeys through my
self
but it comes from elsewhere
and travels on
as light passing via a lens
is reconfigured
and every lens the lightline traverses
reconfigures it again
a dream no one owns
It is what time becomes
when it gives up
becoming
what we become when we give up
sovereignty
over the world and the
self
stitching its way
through space and time
binding the rent fabric of the
universe
into what it has not yet
become
HOPEFUL LINEARITY