Walking
Dreaming of oceans and sandy cliffs
I stood at the brink of the world and subjected my objectivity
To reason
Each step
A series of controlled falls
An afferent/efferent
Juxtaposition
At the edge, gymnastically teetering
Auburn sand and sky met where they
Synthetically
Gave way to canyon
Hegel and I talked in concentric circles
The edge came too close for his innocent eyes and
Blinded by binaries, as it were
He couldn’t turn around quickly enough to catch himself
And down he went
Startled, digital daydreams clashed with my
Recently named
Self
Now, here I am
In that moment between
Awake or asleep I’m not quite sure but as soon as
I wonder loud enough the noise scares away the dreams and
Here I am
Back in that moment between
But this time I am definitely
Definitely
Utterly fucking
Awake
Hegel’s me couldn’t catch his he, and you’re you can’t catch a me, too. Seems we’re always a second late, too slow for the cycle: recreate.