Member Poem

presently, I hope for a future in which
I solely think about now;
in the past my head’s journeyed to an analogous place-
a perpetual, painless powwow
 
“a holding hands with the stimulants—
of all one hundred senses—
sound, gripping firmest of all, I can taste it;
trust thriving truly sans tenses”
 
how do I take this longing dream
from imagery to this instance?
from longing to living a Now at a time,
begin new as eyelids kiss distance
 
nothing’s a secret: the key is nothing,
as breathing is reflex, so becomes Loving;
infinite infancy is not to rewind,
to fully exist is to lose your mind