From a ceaseless wandering
until an ornament of demise
being prepared to go with the shrug of freedom,
being prepared to take the scrying and fill in the detail.
The curlicues and corners of culture
am I reflected there, in this environment
made so much the human.
So much I am
I am also reflected there but barely,
And in the throws of distortion I also
push in my image. Pushed in, despite,
creating the line and loop
this ceaseless wandering.
Mental conditions for freedom
under-gird the material.
Conditions for the material conditions of culture may be continued
in and out of division
in and out of prison
on and on.
To act freely is not taking freedom from another,
therefore freedom is always an exploration of relatedness,
a ceaseless wandering relationship with the ornament of demise.
I stand in this built environment which is designed and
ordained so much to reflect
who imagine they always own
therefore I am excluded
except for my ownership,
for which there is none,
therefore it is in the excluded I am.
This made-so-much-the-human is a temporary fake
a human imposition on an inhuman profusion
of nature always grander
of nature always pressing
of nature which will inevitably reclaim
and is rigorously excluded, now, of this
in the curves and curlicues of of the pressing
in the fluids and in pollen and there dispersed.
Vividly here, I also vanish