Something is the easy part
All it takes is thinking
not even about anything
It’s always ahead of You
escaping everywhere at once
What becomes of it after, well
how does something like that
happen? I too marvelled
at Brownian choreography
and chatoyance of gases
Earth floated before Me
like dust in window-light
I forgot Myself, My breath
stolen I knew not where
but thither I investigated
R. Charboneau
Art: Paul Gaugin – Day of the Gods (1894)
