thought may be but revolution centered on known knowledge while reaching toward knowledge not yet contemplated:
through contemplation on what is shall arise what is not through contemplation on what is not shall arise what is
perhaps through thought’s revolutions the possibility arises of detachment from anchor’d weight of body: skin’s perceptions, eye’s perceptions, ear’s perceptions– all perceptions of the body become detached, and so detached is Thought itself– as multitudes of perception become wound together, solitary perception arises, floating as on stream of This Life; as flows this solitary perception, distance may chance to be and through distance the solitary perception continues as on stream, falling as through translucent horizon– though the solitary perception seems beyond the barrier of This World and This Life, the solitary perception is still Present– it is through great dettachment and great distance that perhaps the solitary perception resurrects as though from nothing: perhaps anchor’d hold is given slack or merely overlooked is the constant existence of the solitary perception– for this, keep the distance constant, or increasing, so as to be aware of the solitary perception while leaving the solitary perception… : for, once stepping from womb, what benefit lies in dismissing womb as though nonexistent? : though through great meditation and being [not yet known by author] may these attachments of perception be known: as though they water run from cloud to unpored skin to earth to existence ever-cycling…
out came the tide from her swollen eyes and there i was, hand over pride to break the surf and i just kept telling myself "she’ll forgive me sometime; she’ll close her eyes sometime and dream of someone else."