Phase Precession

There is nothing for you
But the experience
Of being. That is you.

All that goes into you,
All the lives, the long nerves,
The dark orchestration

Of electricity,
Proteins, phase precessions,
Your whole inheritance,

That’s not you. That’s the ground,
Evolving memories
For your experience,

But what you are, you are
As what you feel you are,
More waves that have no shores.