Nobody Being Somebody (or vice versa)

The ancient Yew tree of
Wales whispers
Lamb and wolf,
Lamb and wolf,
Back and forth forever.
Groves of meaning
Call me.
Hear the tale of
the Übermensch.
“You are the
perishable tissue,
Creating a path
for another.”

Ah, the thrill of being nobody,
I breathe deeply
Sucking in the
Primordial urge.
Breathing out
I create.
Touch the
real nature of things-in-themselves,
but then step back,
focus on mere appearance,
check out the angles,
mind the space
between the objects,
my favorite dance.


About m.a. wood

writer, thinker, musician, teacher
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