Cognition

Sometimes Stillness forgets
Inside I'm always thrilled
And peers thru narrow slits
And thinks I'm unfulfilled

Everything we've ever had... we have!
Unless there is something we've killed
Even then
Resurrect what you will

Sometimes sitting
I become unsettled
Grabbing some
Complex slab of theory
The kind that makes
People weary

Still in love
With a tendril
A tender
Flower perched
On atoms numbering
A billion-fold
Floating above
The gravity's hold

We could all blow
Like pedals
To soft dust
And disappear

Or we could all
Take this moment
Right now
and right here
To know you, Crystal clear.