Samsara and its Bearing

Sharpen the wits.
Grind the pencil.
Scrape the pan.

Sterilized through the coating
and blown down to the metal
and sifted unto the stem brain.
The nerves revolt back on a spine.

Rippled out of excess
in skimming stone
fallen through
to a scattered pillar below catfish spawning.

But quick, the tidelings disappear in abrasion of the Commonwealth.
The crackling bones on the fire
expose the character of "trek".
The nub prick broke at last,
and even without a conclusion to the discovery,
the consciousness can't be written away.