is it a death to be awakened,
this constant editing
fusing of plans,
this unbroken process
unlocking deeper dimensions
once sensed in heaven as a child,
this unbroken chain of sentience
birthing another run-on distraction,
only to unlock further uncertainties
still, to carry on without plans
is to dwindle then suffocate into the chase:
a dog its tail,
a sleeper to awake,
a dream unrequited,
another death feigning revival
5/5/77
San Francisco