On a morning
walk
A primal world
in the horizon
Is clasped,
the keen sense
Cruising light
years unlocks, in waiting moment.
A breeze is
all that is felt on the canopy of acacia
The tiniest
matter are brilliant henceforth
Ladybird on Caribbean
blue-spike initiate meaning
Right back
to the big bang, and nothing.
In the end, Nietzsche’s
vivid mind
Beethoven’s keen
ears
Borges’s insightful
sight
Blue prints
of memories etched in decaying neurons.
