Summary sketch of an n-dimensional passage through n+1 dimensions

All is watchword spelling outer rings, falling into a frame, starting again.

Always onward, spilling outward, opening, falling out of frame, starting again.

Always on, alone, reeling outward, pining, flailing like a flame, a star—again.

I was an onion peeling, a flower opening, falling into a flame, a star again.

I was on an ion feeling a flower opening, fallen into a flame, a starfish aging.

I was an eye or a feeling, a flow or an opening, falling in fire or stargazing.

Time was an eye or a feeling, a flow or a flowing, calling on fire to start again.

Time is an eye in the ceiling, a roll and a knowing, scalding fiery stars again.

Time had eyes and feet things, holding engrossing, scattering pyres, cardigans.

Time has eyes and free thinking, roly-poly, one gross caterpillar, pardoning,

empathizing, feeding on holy knowing—an enormous caterpillar, harboring

empty sighs—though filling with wholly knowing, ginormous cataclysm hovering

energy highs, thoughts filtering the whole knowing enormity, schisms closing—

E equals emcee spires, hot fluting notes droning musicality, spasms echoing.

We qualify, spiraling peers, outflung tones, owning music’s reality sequencing.

Sequels of squares, nearing undone, oboe droning ecstatically rendering rings,

satori staircasings, wind-chiming person/polyhedron in kitchen melody piping.

Saturday sunbathing, wind deciding pursuits to enrich afternoons and evenings.

Saturday sun bathing Richmond, abiding with avenues, guns, ditches, bees knees.

Sunday’s sundry earth-things, family abode, hunger and riches of green beans.