Lines Composed for a Glass of Water

Between the staggering ladder –

raw experience,
first thought,
relation, antithesis,
polarity, its nature,
perception thereof,
lens,
moment,
history –

and its giving-out,
the instant of tumbling-away –

what remains in that evening of the mind,
among the embers — is it just a turn of phrase?

Or is it
a way to live, perhaps,
a souvenir of abnormality
born of my own sense
of the world