Rebuke of now’s quintessence,
is blocking unmediated experience.
Yet, such is such,
and the rest a crutch.
Craving the fable of stable,
we revere and enable,
all we’re able.
Destined to detritus,
is the experience of all sentience.
Object-obliviating omnipresence,
the essence of presence.
Finding ease in the degrees
of the unknown frees.
Contentment in possibilities and probabilities,
peace of sight and sensibilities.
