It’s Not Permanent Like This

It’s not permanent like this.

It doesn’t matter what it looks like.

Or how it gets viewed or felt, or smelt.

Certainly not the perceptions invoked

In the passing reality of it’s visual.

That you made up for convenience’s sake

Or for the lack of a better clever myth.

In the urgency to make peace with IT

To say it’s so this way or that way.

In the passing of what it is or isn’t.

As it speeds away faster than the fable

all made up for the query of it.

That needs to stabilize the moment

Of ego’s hungry need to make sense

Of everything, Every, every Thing

It’s not permanent like this

None of it is in the hopeful

hold-on-to-it in the “Once upon a time”

What ever that fairy tale invokes

That you just made up about IT

and will make up again and again

Cause that’s the way humans go

In the relentless need to know

absorb in the endless flow

Making it up fast or slow

It’s not permanent like this

I wanted you to know that