Ask me what it is
I know and I don’t know why
Driven from a past into a future
From instinct to make love
To the drive of sex
They are me
Connected to life
From seconds that moved to hours
To memories and the contemplation
Past remains in the present, as I see
I ask myself of my events
Of the one-way motion
Carrying impressions, of being
To survive, to a purpose and its end,
From a birth, turning around
Not in a life that began in a sperm and an ovary
The sun and its heat, its light
When it was born, I was born, in time
The events aren’t a puzzle, moving in time
Always connected to a birth, in a past
A past that remains in present, in future
In a small needle hole
In a snake, that has never existed
No, that could never be the cause
The events have been personal, not the sounds, voiced -
unvoiced
To all the blood that flowed in wanting to make puppets
In whatever faded away and disappeared, a nothing made to
nothing
I cannot see it anymore
Neither can you evaluate
Jaws clenched, fists in a prayer, ready
Light comes out of my eyes and travels into space
That is how it moves
Ask me what it is
I know and I don’t know why
