there is no enduring self

meteor shower
falling

rain that
pours

soul that
soars, lands,
sinks, evapre
cipitates

with infinite detail
is there such a thing as
precision?

moments momentum
versus the mold that
holds our gaseous void

one bead of a meteor's shower
one fallen tear from our sky

one fervent feeling meets a feeling faded

sequenced strangers, steps in a
wondrous dance

revelation revelled,

aleatory pattern moves
to a common chaos, there
is no stand still, there is
no loss, nonsense smells
of incense, sense holds
a movement dense, firm,
assertive, brisk betrayals
to an uncertain unison
with a mystery that may
malign, that may align

there is no enduring self
that complies
there is no enduring self
that defies

only a self pouring,
only a self dancing
only a self in discovery,
a self in aleatory
symphony,
maestro in pilgrimage for
universal harmony