Out of the Blue

There is no end

There is simply an ever after

But how to remember

what came before?

Let's write new histories of the present.

Let's wear our entanglement

like familiar clothes.

Let's undo the knots

so our sight becomes clearer,

our ears sharper.

Our hands more skillful,

our hearts tender.

Let's tie our experiences

past, present, together once more

to hold the binding of inherent

connectedness, to cut away

boundaries that held us astray.

What form?

What permutation?

What kind?

What type?

What style?

All this emerges in time

a continuous placing of thought

moving against the grain,

moving again in flows that only

our bodies

truly know.