I, once a thing of Material,
now tempering the Sun
am not only drawn but pulled,
dragged, extracted and dislocated
into the Eternal Unknown.
I lovingly greet my Self there.
I, once a thing of hypothesis,
of matter, error, mathematics,
I claimed directional ownership -
the compass without a soul.
Now, alone with my Self,
I lastly allow Her to cradle me,
to forgive me for my softness,
to detach my calcified outer,
to show me that I am Truth.
It is not external mindset
that has ever cast a shadow,
but I, once external enough,
was matter enough to shade the Sun.
Forgive me for my loneliness,
lasting distrust of my River
for fear I would awaken miles downstream
with no recollection of return;
I, once wanting marbling,
now welcome that I marble on my own.
I retreat into my River
and allow the current to take.
There is nothing left for mannequins
and, as I am gradually less present,
Material is eroded and I watch
my Self grade into the Sun,
beginning to secure the symmetr