My intersection, long cherished, was here,

a Rock now self-pummelling,

crumbled shape reforming pebbles

swirling their Great Transition turning

highway ribbons into reweaving paradigms,

newly familiar knots of meaning street

meets purpose avenue.

 

Self identifying functions,

transmutant role-playing ingredients

cross-breed mysteriously green integral individuation,

redeeming source for ancient blood-drenched stories.

 

Morphing paths feed identity and memory assets

and property and relationships and ownership

through a nutrition mixer;

cumbersome ungainly contention

for natural flowing reconstruction,

creating nascent coop-network soup from

resistant gall stoned economies.

 

Individuals resonate into communities

as places relocate into homes

transitioning from mechanical precepts

inductively racing for a well-farmed field

of Commons regenerative theorem,

seed-scattering

self-perpetuating pearls of permaculture.

 

Pilgriming past my familiar mirror,

I slow surprised by unfamiliar faces

behaving as if We were mine.