I have learned about external death,
absence of life,
found beyond this body’s borders of place and time,
outside Ego’s hunting season of here and now.
But, news to me,
whether good or bad I still can’t quite say
or think,
death lurking within,
stalking,
tempting,
discouraging,
dissonating,
decomposing,
deducing,
enthymematically implicating,
adventurously waiting for freestyle swimming
in polycultured octave lights and sound
of gravitating rainspiral frequencies,
soaring flight of dark-fearless insight.

We each evolve holons of SuperEco’s Universe,
RNA Identity,
interdependent
yet fully complete
within each eternal moment
of Prime Relationship
between space and time,
Yang and Yin,
Uracil and Cytosine,
Ego and darkly fertile Earth resonant Eco-Comprehension
Polyculturing Compost,
exegetical Commons of
mind and heart,
nature and spirit,
divine and human coincidental present,
Presence,
interdependent gift of karmic grace,
wu wei peace greeting
meeting just-sufficient
sublimely intimate exquisite forms
of Here and Now.

Internal death implies our more comprehensive integrity
of timelessly cooperative potential,
free of fear of siloed failure,
silent screaming dissonance,
diseased autonomy of heart
and eisegetic isolated mind.
Love as synergy of life and death,
confluence and dissonance;
lack of full metasystemic morphosis,
incomplete transductive love,
creates fantasies,
illusion and mythos,
language and liturgy,
mindful heartfelt freedom
limned and boundaried,
defined by incarnating power flow and function
in this time and place,
both dissonantly disturbing and warmly resonant narratives
unfolding culture’s nutrients,
hidden within history’s hard-bound evolving covers.