as if a starting gun were fired

some new race is placed before us to be run 

with patience

and panic--

growing aware of plenty of no time left

to get to where we always are--

                  here in these limited skins

that'll groan and bear full weight of the terrible consciousness

of the actual grinding of universal process

                                                                           crushing

the bones that bear the flesh that envelope the organs that pump

the elemental sustenance

through the corporal body

that holds the mind and awareness

that this is us and all we do--

                                                   on every level through

each dimension--

we are always here in Creation

the Universe finishing and restarting

in each instant of our lamentable notion of linear time--

so here in the echo of the fired shot

here the course opens

and here we go

                            not moving a muscle--

no need to--

we are where we're going

patient because we're already there-- 

in a panic because

in these skins

we don't quite recall 

where that is

 

                                            Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.