In-Between Cuddling

I am in my ground state something cuddling nothing tucked in with my stuff of dream myself and my companion my form, language, my logic my letter, symbol, my number my explanation, description, my stroke, my sound my noun, verb, my grammatical ingredient my information, data, my mathematical bit my measurement, my calculation my equation, graph, model, my relation my set, shape, dimension, my duration ...... a scary process, solving myself I am in-between after the before and before the after poised curving through the curling pipe astride my transitory surf-board waves collapsing along the quantum shore smeared, wiped-out, flipped backwards into the probabilistic ocean or tumbled forward through surging foam, chaotic spray observing, informing, accelerating, colliding attributing, entangling, tracking, tracing momentum settling like a relativistic beached whale floundering in a tidal gravity well ...... a scary experience, feeling myself welcome to our familiar world cosmos wrapped around our quantum cellar initial conditions inflating below embraced by the all-encompassing protoverse combining happenstance, fields of continuous creation spawning emergent intelligence the becoming gods, our transformative selves personality, memory, purpose feeding our bellies, mending our bodies and minds art, technology, history, adventure, achievement love, compassion, empathy, grieving imagination, procreation, celebration, failure ...... a reassuring response, cuddling others