Continuity
sinuous movement
snaking through my own life
stretched out beyond the edges of the bare slice
we call the moment
tail in the past
consuming the future
if i have scales do they not
iridesce even when i am invisible
(they do)
this morning poem, children
is only about living
spirals springs circles
cyclical regeneration
time is the heat spark where never meets forever
creative energetic radiation
the more i love the more
the more i love
the more i dissect meaning
the less “i” exist
simply
granted conscious glimpses
behind the illusion that requires
rhythmic participation
~ Susie Hewitt, that crazy Las Vegas poet
Her Two Cents
sinuous snaking stretched slice scales spirals springs spark simply
more more more more
less
Your two cents: That’s rhythmic participation.