With every moment forward,
We embed into nature.
The environment: “my” boundary.
I experience only my pipeline,
Tunneling through the world,
Grasping at light’s end fails.
My tube collapses in rear view.
Unmoving, it inverts.
Its walls, my only experience.
Yours is distinct.
Like noodles, we slide
Along one another,
Sharing the same plate.