moebius, cast

human existence
can be summed up
in many ways,
reduced to mathematical
child's play:
a mere twist in a ring
results in endless
cycling.

creating infinity
for its own sake,
sometimes life
feels like the same mistake:
the same lesson unlearned,
a stationary wheel
vehemently turned.

(whence you came,
peripheral,
again return

to convenience)

when this spell is finally cast,
no one will know how clumsy my occult is.
do you know how unclean I am?
I am of the Earth
and the Earth is dirt,

so

commit me unto her.

when my skull is empty
and all the soft parts have gone rotten
what will become of my memory,
what will be forgotten?

sometimes I live dirty;
right now, I clean...

so

here's a message
I'd like to relate
some words on which
to meditate:

I am inhalation,
the approximation
of what's there
when nothing is left;
I am exhalation,
the personification
of divine breath.
I am the new moon,
eager to be full;
I am the voice inside,
the one that signals
when to push,
when to pull.
I am above, beneath,
between and through;
I am the universe
and so are you.