Self other other self wrestling under the veil of separateness and being
An arm emerges articulates and differentiates, but whose is it? And what directs it?
Discerning takes a lot of courage verve audacity and so easy to mis-take con-fuse.
The energy for this roughs its edges out of my skin like air through soapy water
forming misshapen bubbles until they find their integrity then quickly disperse.
This dance muscular innervating shattering to my semblance of what might hold me
falls like a paroxysm of self only to gratefully burst on the ground of consciousness itself.