Saturday, October 3, 2020

Space and Time (moments we exist in) (new poem)

 

Space and Time (moments we exist in)

by Tim Kavi


it was in

that I first noticed out

the startling recognition

of the face that was not mine


it was You

but was it You

my mother?

or the harsh blows

of existence?


the wind tousled

my hair at birth

a cosmic wind

of unfulfilled purpose

and shaken perceptions


the birth

of all that is

unconscious meanderings

made manifest

in dialogical pleadings


of wondering

wandering minstrels

playing something

that moves in and out

on cave walls of shadows


unknown objects

in this space and time

my unconscious

is not found in space

but in art full sayings sublime?


there is the way made

plain, but overgrown paths

to mountains of ecstatic

loss; of self and mind

brought back from the abyss


where some have tried to hurt

and plagues bury us

in the earthy dirt


there it is You (my love)

again, You and I

I and You

your ideas changed

me and my world


into colors on a canvas

images on a flickering screen

words upon a page

hate transcended by love

for any and all to see


ideas transmitted

forms and will

energized noumena

dialectical moments

expressed upon my time

across the fleeting

historical space


(I again find your tesseracted face).

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