of no moment

I am unquiet
imagining
my water's disturbance
its seeming

in its simplicity
it's base nature

how can I explain

water is not base
though its limits
wear

at the edges of
all it touches
leaving fewer traces
than my desire

I dream less
than when I was a child
no

I dream as always

but retain
less
sleep
the thief takes
even the smallest
leaves
the trees
have no use for their branches

I preserve
a path in the familiar
where the definitions brood
a single synapse
searching
for self rule