PRETENDING  (II) - (revised version)  (8-1-03, dawn, Galveston Island, Texas)

sunrise  
august first  
slowly waking  
into thinking  
i find im    
thinking  
though it is  
now  
the peak    
of summer  
its in the  
stillness  
of this    
quiet hour  
that fall first  
seems to stir  
perhaps even    
if only  
in my senses  
the intuition  
of the thought  
itself  
the word
both noun
and verb
four letters  
small  
quietly    
waiting  
stealthily swells  
in subtle  
anticipation  
of cooler days  
still yet  
to come  
whispers  
to my ever  
listening  
imagination  
preceding  
these bright  
spreading  golden rays  
of this new  
months  
first days  
rising sun  
whose revealing  
light  
now slowly comes  
increasingly  
within these    
fleeting  
slippery increments  
of illusory    
linear time  
unmeasured  unsensed  
unfelt  
by my rested  
post dream state  
mind  
hidden in  
the nearly  
imperceptable motion  
of sweet  
mother earths  
continuous turning  
under us  
seemingly forgotten  
by all  
as she  
so tirelessly  
rolls on  
so silently  
through space  
we all simultaneously  
turn  roll  
and spin on  
with her  
though unconsciously  
paralyzed  
through all our  
individual    
and collective  
egoically blinded    
relentless distractions  
yet nonetheless  
we too  
continue    
to roll on  
spinning harmoniously  
in perpetual circles  
of grace  
so effortlessly   
through space  
with her  
within the spontaneous  
circular dance  
of this greater  
living multiverse  
ever expanding still  
unfolding so much
further beyond  
the dense minutia  
of humanitys  
disconnected  
stubborn  blind  
pretending  
wherein all circumstance  
and consequence  
of our collective
post historical
song and dance  
all thoughts  
and acts  
lost in this  
self destructive  
suicidal  
mass arrogance  
of stuck    
paradigmal mind  
which thinks
we know  
just who we    
really are  
and what  
we are doing  
here  
wherein even i  
here now  
lying here  
reflectively thinking  
before this  
softly waking  
early dawn  
find myself anticipating  
new days heat  
now soon  
to come  
upon sweet  
mother earths  
peaceful rolling on  
so tirelessly  
so resiliently  
through space
both in
and out of
timeless
time
still question  
my own  
immeasurable  
subconscious uncertainty  
of misplaced    
place unknown  
in thinking  
i still somehow  
sense beyond  
soft calling stillness  
of this  
new virgin morn  
autumns drawing nearer  
when i realize  
in fact  
its all just  
an act  
we each are  
predestined to play  
for we  
are only  
a very small  
part  
of creations larger    
unfathomable dreams  
continuous  
sacred unfolding  
even as i  
remain here now 
ever watching  
ever listening  
just beyond  
the dense minutia  
of this  
my own lifes  
blind pretendings  
still unfurling  
mysteriously beautiful  
ongoing  golden    
song