Thought springs forth.
We are here,
cumulating a past,
projecting absolute desire
as self; mysterious self?
Mystery is rock, is air,
water, solidity.
 
Lose oneself?
The prescriptive fantasy.
 
“We want to be here.”
 
The absolute desire
to be more than oneself.
 
 
  
*After reading “World, World-” by George Oppen