How To Sit In A Whirlwind (Poem)

Because there is no beginning no ending

Not even an ouroboros but more a writhe of serpentine time

I revisit the past reexamine my roots reword my existential stories

Who I am today changes who I was but who I was influenced who I became

A twisted entanglement that cannot be teased into separate threads

All or one or some lead to who I will become but really

All eventualities are present in each moment of my becoming

And voidness too is there in the pause before

This happens just so this happens regardless therefore no need

To try any harder than I do no need to make my eyes see the back of my head

It is there or not a hand clap a finger snap and I know

Just breathe

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