in the now-empty seats
of my mind, sat great thoughts,
gathered around the table of feasts
and I was lost, though thought found I...
there among them

but now there is no need to eat,
for all is manna and all is not matter
about the gates 

entwined in hibiscus

I am the opening through which 
I have come into which I recede

I ebb more than I am,
awake in ground more than figure,
until I am no more, then plain as day
I shield myself one with the night

occasionally I spy an ancient hall
where grand thoughts aspire

and I wave

cc: Chagall 2021