Walking through the city so
unmindful of my legs,
The Hoverer stays motionless no matter
where I go : borderless GodSky
also deLighting [this] brainbow;
how long has it hovered unstuck to egoity,
immune to post & pre,
everybody’s personal egoless deity—
why try to look & see? ‘Tween the temples it’s aware
unseen/beholdingly : never caught in neural net
like some blood juicy fly…
exodusted from the grip of
So which is The Hoverer, now or eternity?
The Hoverer embraces both uninterruptedly:
mated like a mirror shows shit & reflects stainlessly,
never clinging to a thought of
Oh my god it’s right here : I AM actuality…
no known name can be!
Tell me then, who hovers?
Dawn-fresh AH horizon-free.
I’d reply but secret mantra in-hears silently.