my body like my my mind
changes shape each day
in vectors, alignments,
tight knots loosed
on whatever wind blows through
eyes closed, listening
letting it all sink down
simply to the ground
we grow up from for all
our years briefly here
our little spans in space
time together on our sphere
in the wonderful place
we often seem to miss

what human glorifies
  the I am
enough to claim Power

over other humans, good
  as they may seem
who would believe
  them self
  the Answer?

berries blended, blue
red and black juice
intertwined with dried
cow secretions and seeds
whipped icy cold, spooned
in and swalled down
to build body's bulk
in the burden of body

nothing tonight
touches roughly
nor worries
a vacant head
swept clean
by purpose
to achieve
   nothing
measured souly
in shoulders
melting down
a neck giving
way to the mind
drifting fro
and to renew

knowing you are
careening through a void
standing at meaningless angles
held upon a sphere
   blinded to all around
by a convex horizon
is there any wonder
traveling far beyond
the downward pulls escaped
   seeing backward
   down to one
   small bright point
how fortunate a horizon is