of all the things i have done,
i feel the need to do it once again.
of all the things i have said,
i feel the need to savor it up again
of all the life i have lived,
i wish i could do it all once again.
no. not in anguish,
but an urge to know once again.
of
what comprises,
what confines,
what conjures,
what configures...
the space i share of now...
at the past i look in desperate curiosity,
of the future i look in anticipation,
of the present...
i feel just too happy.
