Cascade
Of the cascade of quick thought and feeling that spills like a water fall suddenly across the ancient patient lip of rock of ever awaiting blank emptiness that we always know is not to be known, of this cascade, if it has origin what could it be or have been, by what night, or what incident of what straying day? both useless and irresistible , this inquisition, idling disquisition, matter is at hand and mind is at hand and no one is handy enough to know how this that attracts invention's intent slipped across border, immigrated to me 12-20-2025


DIFFERENT NAMES FOR THE SAME...MYSTERY...AWESOME/AWFUL...WONDER
I think it is the cascade of consciousness, not the lip of the chasm of the valley of death that is truly mysterious (and wonderful)