Our cognitive sense and story
we like to keep straight and direct
as if to cut through and contrast
the meaningless mess of massing movement,
flux and change.
We rise from solipsistic uncertainty and origin,
to hold our sight under the light
of our conscious’ plight.
Then fall back and down,
to existential depths and darkness
of empty certainty.
Each part is set self/others
by other parts, and self/not self
by a whole, parts are of,
yet transcendent of parts,