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)

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