Pissed

You stand as the center   

of everything arising up:

mountains and rivers outside

and thoughts and feelings in. 

It is happening, this great

construction-creation

out of a vast void 

of previousness 

here too. 

And the future is its falling

away 

to every possible

or impossible new

here too.

Nothing is excluded. 

Just so

you can take a leak – 

and at your feet 

rocks sudden-shine wet

with colors

unseen without your hot piss – 

this the first time, 

the only time, 

and, so, 

not of time, 

ah, steam rising.