—“mu” sixty-ninth part—

 

 

      Momentary release the most
they’d gotten, liberatory this
    or that debated endlessly,
philosophic posse’s pet…
                                      How
    to make moment more than
      moment, they kept asking,
                                                  how
  to make moment not elapse…
“Moment shall abide” was
    everyone’s gambit, moment’s
                                                    more
  than momentary life. “Moment’s
    gnosis,” everyone clamored,
“moment’s gnosis,” though  
                                            mo-
      ment’s gnosis meant each
    moment has its way… Thus
they’d have had it both ways,
  philosophic beginners, soon-
      come concordance ours for
                                                   the
    asking, the we whose adherence
                                                        they
      claimed… Philosophic pinch,
   philosophic phosphor… Not to
    know moment or no sooner
know than not, moment’s know-
  ing nothing if not vanquishment,
                                                        relin-
      quishment they called it instead…
    As if instead we stood around in
          circles, hunched over, heavily ex-
        haling, let go, moment more the
                                                            less
      could be made of it, we grimaced,
    arms out, had at by bliss, misgiving,
                                                              more
          than any one feeling, flew… Fleet
        release nothing if not momentary…
                                                                  Flew
      but, fleet release,
    fell back

 

                    •

 

 

 It was gone by the time we heard
      it, galactic light’s late arrival
    an acoustic stand-in, light-year-like
        but shrunken, moment’s remit
                                                          an
          odd, sonic perfume… The mo-
      ment had moved on and we with
    it, hard to know what was moment,
        what movement, knowing knowing’s
                                                                    drift
      it seemed. A dialogue between self and
    soul it came down to, link, dislodge-
        ment, time’s protection, school
                                                           of  
metamoment’s arrest… Reprise contra-
    dancing demise, fallaway moment,
                                                             “Sky
      my rider, me on my back,” each of us
     announced, a bubble in shallow water,
                                                                  fish
   talk we
talked

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

          ____________________

 

 

    I was moment’s novice. Bubbles
formed outside my mouth as I
  spoke, not gum though it was as
                                                       if
    I chewed gum and blew bubbles,
                                                         water
      bubbles as if to speak was to chew
  water… I was moment’s novice, as
    were we all. I spoke on the near
side of knowing… Head filled with
                                                          water,
      I talked out of my head, as did we
    all. Star-studded ceiling arched over
                                                               us,
    what we made up   kept us
awake

                    •

 

 

    Philosophic posse’s apostasy
came and went, moment’s no-
  vitiate no sooner begun than
                                                gone.
      Less of the moment than the
  moment’s reflection, glimpsed
    itness the in or the of of it,  we
were back to being where we
                                               were…
  Lapsed absence. Cosmic socket…
        Moment’s token. Tantric abyss…
    Refugees from all of that, we
      thought back, apostrophized
                                                    mo-
  ment’s hitch, moment’s hiccup,
      “O Lapse, run abreast of us,” we
    rhapsodized, original sufferheads
                                                          one
        and all… Moment’s menace ex-
          tolling the moment, all stock, all
      extension gone, time’s hoard’s
                                                        where-
    abouts enticed us, an intrinsic stash
      we could almost touch… Where
  was to was as was was to when, am-
        bage’s temporizing scat… Of
                                                         the
    moment beside the moment, time’s
      accompaniment, off to one side,
  at an angle, ongoing, this we talked
    about for days, moment’s romance
                                                              as
       the moments went by… All talk, it
  set us back, moment’s gnosis more
   agnostic the longer we went on, more,
                                                                as we
      went on, moment’s lament. Fleet release
        held us hostage albeit we went on
    and on, momentarily back at one point,
      momentarily there again, all fret and
                                                               all
    advance again
   let go

 

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