Like a Spoon of Sugar
Birds stopped
mid in the air.
Now it’s there,
at present,
intervals bring illusions and visions.
It is not there,
we could only guess
its next position,
its next juncture
and its next presence.
Like
a spoon of sugar sprinkled into
the boiling water,
hereon any moment of it
can not be dispensed.
Everything
in this world combines
into a large monad,
here isolation of the individuals
is merely hypothesis out of convenience.
Like
webs of the spiders,
connections of being spray out
intricately yet obediently,
adhering all their prey.