A state of presence

When what the veil once held
Turns to mist
And suddenly the expanse
Reveals all of its charms and candor
My imagination is guided
By my stomach
My feet
That dig into
The sprawling spectrum of
Color that breathes.
Nothing moves
Or bounces,
A weightless presence
A boulder that naught could budge
A tree
Emanation of a
Thousand years of beauty
And surging out of the genetic
Nucleus of memory;
A twin
That reconfigures
The structure of my spine
A quick writhing serpent
Of waves and particles
Slaps my recognition
Into a laugh,
And in this absurd
Laughter, I leap
Out of myself,
Out of the box
So tiny…
I had forgotten
That I was the one
Had made it.