In the Webs Reiteration

Am I slipping Feel myself sliding on vacant Some quiet un-moment Seems receding languidly dripping Loose and losing any importance Of my story-line nothing could punctuate Vague entwines a thoughtless hour A broken eyewitness circulates Am I vanishing Gliding the intermittent spiral A whirlpools inconsistent fragmenting Draws me internal I feel myself becoming silent Time recollection meanders A slow drip into conscious forgetting Another part remembering Am I disappearing I do not think Seeing is thinking me Becoming what I see This internal external description Enfolding me I am fading Lost to an immensity Inside me Is not me Outside of me Is more than I could touch Becoming free I am floating A leaf cut adrift Flotsam on the tide of emptying And provenience grows On toward a horizons hypnotizing Quiet contains its source As it flows I glide Where are my thoughts Am I slipping The rain of life is falling Into my mind All to a space No time No place Am I increasing With this wind in motions precision The rain of life is filling Falling remembers an echo Ripples internal their intersection Traveling through my mind