The Immediate Future

The intangible within the reach of flesh,
Time palpitates, mutates and dissolves,
His codependent members and memories,
Force life to its psychosomatic pace.

I am a god-thought, an imperfect absolute,
Defined and divined in this boundary situation,
There is another me; waiting in his exit agonies,
His metaphysical infrastructure of quantum-leaps and eternities.

I don't know what it will be only that it will be,
The stage the imagination uses to act out being free,
Vision that always swallows your eyes but never lets you see,
Somewhere in between being and becoming I will always be.

Is this the world of the god that has died or the one not yet born,
If it's what I think it is it can't be what I thought it was,
A rider between exits in wonder of the make of me,
Trying in vain to capture some river-moment's bliss.

What I thought was the world was just a loop and a glitch,
Just some staggered being lost in the soft-focus of the hardware,
Intangible destinations, evaporating destinies, and dreamscape.
Moment measures moment till the clocks empty eternity.