momentous linkage

In my little hut
a day can pass
and yet does not—
the floor is swept
the lights illuminate the night
and music reveals the myriad sacred worlds.

Friction breaks down the ego.
Sprouts and machine code;
Lace and smoke;
Distributed life-and-death.

Time-being;
an array of momentous linkage.

A dog barks at midnight
while I dream of you.