I simply am--lost again.
How is it that I'm always drawn back
to pondering the primal motions of things
--such as the worlds revolving--
as if I'm once again an infant transfixed
upon watching a mobile suspended from the ceiling
as I lay in solitude in my playpen?
I close my eyes and a montage ensues.
Could I merely own it with my imagination,
like a giant Jimmy Stewart rabbit friend,
then better I'd be.
But what I partake with that inner eye
wrecks imagination quite critically
as it arises and then expands
as reality to infinity.
Day: June 7, 2001
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