It would have to be fragmentary, partial
perhaps pointing, with hope,
like us, living things,
at any given moment:
saying things, not yet said,
ever in the midst of acts,
if there happens to be a real
it must be incomplete and full
of undoing and becoming,
of perhapses and oops
I had started out
at some point,
apparently ‘past,’
taking up this pen
and applying it to this
paper,
open screen, unknowable unknown,
had started out toward
an I
in order to write
“I had started out”
but all is different now
and now again,
again, again,
pointing hope
in fragments
assertions and insertions
of possible reals or facts,
some happenings of actuals
be-fore (in face of, in lieu)
words or some expression
impression
It stares out, staring in,
fractured and non-finished,
fetishized with objects
that stand for something else,
always something else
than what “is” or which has been,
unable otherwise,
simply is
-ing,
unfinished and hardly calculable,
impossible/compossible
and inexhaustibly exhaustible
perhaps
seemingly unfinished
and without beginning
(or we would ‘start’)
on a way then, in
midst of,
doing toward undone,
Polysemic Stupor 
as always it was so nice reading your philosophical touches and dance of the words, they are all amazing. Thank you dear N Filbert, writing of depths or depths of writing… 🙂 something like that Love, nia
Thanks for still reading Nia… often seems my words increasingly get confused…
you use amazingly impressive and creates wind of thoughts in my mind. but always, and you know this dear N Filbert. I always read you. But can’t write always to you. Welcome, Love, nia
The combination specific, “again, again.”
“unfinished and hardly calculable….seemingly unfinished and without beginning”
Lovely, this.
Thank you!
As I took the last bite of breakfast readying for work this morning my pen wandered over to a notepad and wrote with a burst of exhilaration…”the circuitous path”. It’s in my air today Nathan. Your words lend flesh on this muscle and bone! Thank you poet friend!
Thank you so much Jana
How did I miss this?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?
And I love it, words formed round like a net that captures our uncertainty before we let it loose…or pin it to the board.
Thank you Jean