Half-Way To Becoming

I live in middle land between fuzzy bottom and the high hazy skies I peer down quantum wishing-wells, waves entangle observed as they collapse I scan beyond forever where dark matter lurks in unforeseen disguise I think I am, I blink, ... something is shifting there reality perhaps I count the zeroes descending beneath my eyes to out of sight below I sum tens of noughts piling to the very brink of distant space and time I ask why half-way along this fourth dimension our knowledge seems to grow I ponder my vantage, asymmetric centre position so sublime I play with grateful gods gathering me in close where when can be no more I move by osmosis, membrane passing on through the other side of hope I absorb persona essence, no hereafter no self was here before I am continuous love, joy and pain caressed I am the learning-scope I seem potent but feel a much greater power the birth of potential I flow with constant change, buoyed up by warm current rising through the ocean I feel procession from the dizzy atomic to cosmic sequential I record the dancing rim of life, strange song soothed holographic lotion I stir prime numbers, multiple integer broth then fractions of the whole I greet the old ones, memories morph and cuddle sprinkling their magic hue I mingle many species, their varied voices shape the galactic goal I embrace fallen youngsters, stricken babies scream all pleading to renew I swing with orchestral relatives, out of time off-beating ticking clock I watch minds simplify, beguiled by certainty discordant chords strumming I am blown by the erratic winds of zeitgeist zig-zagging round the block I pause to query, am I this zany creature half-way to becoming?