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