Incense
Malcolm Yeary

Lazy relentless chaos flows from the origin.
Their mysterious beginnings release,
Rising rivers from falling bits of time.
Against dark, it carries information
For life; against light it exists only in
Past and future.

All of its beauty is lost in a wave.
Locking eyes with the river travelling
Downstream, distracts awareness from whirling
Patterns of water. Soft shifts upstream arrive
At the hole in the Earth where question marks
Let their toes sit in the sun. We walk by
Mistaking the inquisitive for the
indubitable.

At the “still point of the turning world”,
The most magnificent movement fades fast
Into the spaced nothing of expansion.
Stretching back into stability, it
Pushes friends into the spotlight of a
Midnight spin.

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