Transient Ink The body I am/have transfigures ceaselessly, is incrementally defined anew with every absorptive sip, every liberative sneeze or toenail clip. The mind I am/have transfigures ceaselessly, is incrementally different now, having written this line, from the moments-ago mind that had not. The ink of this poem on paper is as fleeting as the shedding of an eyelash. I am transient ink. I am a trajectory.
© K. R. Wilson