and I’m keen, a good keen can catch-all can do here
on the fractured plates of Aotearoa,
gift of active volcanoes, for in the shimm’ring distance
hills are cloaked by their own clarity,
clad in a state of mind above both thought
& feeling. Almost could I be an animist among
such objects. It is chryptochromin-activating dusk
o’clock & all my thoughts have changed because
we have not even gotten used to fire
& light bulbs! What is more, there is a backdoor in
the mind, but most go for dead coals that it has long departed,
rippling from the epicenter of a victory:
being in becoming’s sphere of axis, right suspension of the givens.
