The Breakthrough

The Breakthrough  

I remember the time and circumstance of the breakthrough

It was then; that is all that is relevant

For what was eventful for me is quite irrelevant for any other

As the perspective beholden is the only matter, which matters  

To peer into the sound between the quiet

The one the world is clawing to insert like a constantly running dishwasher

To cram inside ones consciousness

To hear the detergent bubbling and gurgling on crusted debris  

Meander through the foam and find the ocean in equilibrium

The measure of entry and lack of escape

That muscles lack the energy to support limbs’ return to shore

When the knowledge hits, the reaction is a pandemonium of the either or  

Love or fear systemic like the bubbles pulsing upwards

From methane vents splicing heat and reactionary chemistry

To channel the origin of biology evolving through the confluence

Of time, energy and possibility placed in eons of this comparative planet  

Against the next in a universe upon universe folding in tangent pulses

Through the gravity of black-hole dimensional worm coils approaching

Collision in wave upon wave calculating the exact moment to exhale

Into oblivion and revelation that these actions of undulation  

Occur quite naturally from the minute complexion of cells in an eye

Viewing a screen scrolling up and down to the peeking normality

Of one universe yawning awake or one vent in a body of water jettisoning

The old design of nonorganic into the carbon-variation of what a pupil is 

I am in totality functioning amongst the stasis of nowhere

Embracing the realization that the gargle of the wash is unavoidable

If the infinitude of silence is to be embraced as nothing of the sort

As sound is only a paradigm of sensation inadequate to perceive the magnitude  

Of that which we encounter; so in this I give certainty away

As love to a child with terminal illness; I give you compassionate willingness

To prolong the value of existence in the air bubble of worthiness

I exit, I enter, I exit, I enter  

I see, I breathe, I hear, I touch, I taste, I sense the numb as I would nothingness

Knowing the preponderance is unfelt, un-sensed, undetected

We feel in a microcosm; so tangential, I hope peering inward

The sun is so lovely just beyond the horizon