Five Minutes

Five Minutes

Five minutes —

a container

for something without edges.

A well’s depth

with no bottom I can verify.

I gather instruments —

forms of measurement,

reasoning engines —

to stabilize what I call real.

But reality flickers:

forgot / forget / remember / reremember —

a display glitch

I mistake for continuity.

It would be enough

to build something

semi-permeable —

a structure that holds

but still lets meaning pass through.

Instead, I run with decay.

My observations collapse

like half-lives —

not just matter changing,

but meaning thinning over time.

A chaotic rearrangement

of what I thought was fixed.

I hold

a stack of outcomes — eleven deep —

systems within systems:

internal / external

true / false

none resolving,

all active.

So I ask:

how many breaths

am I away

from the right embedding?

if

why

when

while

what

where

who

becoming…—

more or less

a continuous

co-creation

I cannot step outside of…