ever moving
through this undefinable space

ever searching
like frigate birds skimming the morning surf

a desire for stability
to freeze what is perceived as time
brings forth that curious dichotomy
of preciousness
and loathing

if the true nature of reality
is even knowable
if consciousness can ever be cognizant
of even a small part
of all existence

there may yet be room
for the sublime
the boundless

the devine