ECHOES

Refractions,

the way we leave shadows,

walk on air,

flow from particle to wave.

Induction and resonance,

its a shapeless sentience

- our medium.

Identity and Location are a fabled joke.

The Purpose - be-ingness:

that creepy becoming of certainty: 

heart-knowing beyond belief.

Meanwhile we flounce, alas,

propelled/compelled

in naked ignorance -

as if surviving, complying

is a mega-compensation

for total loss of sovereignty.

What?

We, me, us something worthy,

worthwhile?

Searching everywhere -

but within.

Shadows and black holes

reveal hidden treasure

in the enormity inside.