ESSENCE 2

There is only the blazing now
and I like a pea in a peapod
swept along

the I
pops out of the peapod
and the peapod disintegrates

now there is only I and now, no pod at all,
the silverly art of a determined harvester
sets upon the scene

a billion sweaty imperceptible pores
filter away my I
and now there's
only now