Structure of Mime
We exist as structured layers of absolutes,
The birth moment merely a beginning stage,
The still point at the center, the beginning mime.
No one really knows his or her mask.
A particular scene, a dramatic act, calls up strophes
And tongues from the repository of banked imagery.
Today a student, tomorrow a teacher, this evening
A lover, the future a cascading torrent of time, unrequited
Desire as we push on from act to scene, the play never
Complete, lacking Aristotelian unity,
As our pulsing moments are but brief flickers
Determined and undetermined by an imperceptible
Quantum soup parsed into particle existence an
Unimaginable time long throbbed through fabric
Of becoming being.
This moment now, this decision formed by stresses
And powers, infinite principalities herded by
Electrons, the made up nothingness stretching like
A great ghostly thought throughout time and space
That dreamed us all before the dream began.