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).
