.
I no longer have a Default Setting.
My ‘little’ mind is un-hinged.
There is no starting place from which to take
all my cues and prompts,
no bedrock of self-identity from which
to push off and perform.
.
Just floating in an unknown space,
no recognisable features on the horizon,
just the flotsam and jetsam
of my disintegrating self-image floating away,
and the urge to hang onto them
fading away with every wave that passes,
absorbing me into the ocean itself.
.
Even big shocks to the system,
though they may appear to shake
me to the core and awaken
the memory of being someone affected,
pass through with little resistance,
and the shockwaves fade away, like echoes,
as the inherent potential of this present moment
shines through the dark clouds, like a ray of light.