Now

we touch the sun every time we breathe / in reflections of the sensations amongst I

we touch the sun every time we breathe
in reflections of the sensations amongst I

standing still when traversing the physical
moving forth in ruminations of the mental

as what happens upon the happening ceases
on that now was now as what is now is now

and repurposing the reimagined on exhalation 
while bolted to the center point of all doings

in this instant of the fabrication destination
we are the one as one is the only one of now


By: Trevor Kuether