My Nature (Triangulated from you and the present moment) presented as a postulate
My nature is, in all ways, similar to itself.
I am so fully alive, in love with you my world
(that does not let me speak your name from fear
that round the one solid, still particle it collapses.
Conjuring, instead, the vagaries in flight;
coincident, as similar as not.)
My nature is, in all ways,
round the one solid, still particle
that lets me speak your name.
I am so fully alive, in love with you my world,
(that has twisted me around that particle,
that has centered me so,)
in your beauty,
in the chaos of you,
in the stream of your consciousness,
in the scent of your flowers,
in the abandon of your moment;
in what is as you would have it,
I am so fully alive.