"Flesh N Thought" Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

just me
silent me
no thoughts
one me, nothing
still … just the lone
manifestation, place
sense, mind; a presence
adrift stirring spilling changing
a new burning swirling light
abounded of promise
just me livened in
my own reflection
formed, in a solitary
isolation through a new
consciousness of love; the
overlapping creation, of awe
still; trapped deeper and deeper
in the new despair of forgetfulness.
From where, will any glimmer of hope
arise, as IAM yet, just me … my origin of
‘one' perhaps creating this paradox, of me
without one, remembrance; of that which was
‘before me; ' a sound, me in peace, love, and happiness
begins to identify a forgotten profound pain and grief.
An aching like I, had previously faced surfacing …
the burning and anguish an experienced and
languishing damage done once before so
long before, I again realized me; how
may this be if IAM just realizing me?
AMI merging myself with me? And
in doing so, IAM now emerging
as a new me? Oh, the questions
asked and unanswered in an infinite
mirroring backdrop, of all eternity … one
‘word' thought and spoken, one word creating
the medium that is to nourish all that is ever
to be created … nothingness, was me, no
feelings filling what was or what is to be
personified emptiness my reality; until
thinking became sound became word
and time, took form and stood …
as "flesh n thought"