Where there is Sometimes Space to Contemplate beyond Suffering

We will question the reality of

my laundry

melting into the bathroom tile

and the rock collage

on walks from home

/an IMAX feature of perception.


This is new access

to the matrices of time

where there is space to

consider atoms

are everything and falling

apart and re-assembling

is merely truth.


What does it look like right now?

What will it look like tomorrow?

Could you fathom your body

made up of the fabric of space?