PERMANENT TRANSIENCE

The future is a present that has just passed.

Am I nothing more than a profoundly illusioned nomad here?

I am fighting for every notion of control and stability when I am anything but. Every moment is different from the one before it. And before it. Every moment was a present, for a moment. In this mortality-structured realm, there are always gaps. Gaps are everywhere, in every layer of our being. Gaps create movement. In anything but the state of Nirvana, these gaps move us as we move within them. Always gaps. Always movement.

 

“My camera

effaces moments

yearning
like anger

is for a future that might happen

hope is

for a better past”