When your attention wanders
      or has yet to have alighted,
            when your awareness has yet
                  to be choicelessly, desirelessly congruent
                        with the unfolding
                              of Being,
What is your relationship
      with
That To Which You Are A Road?

What is seriousness about Life,
      what can being "too serious" be,
            when you realize
                  that Being itself
                        never sleeps, never relaxes its attention to itself;
That the completeness of,
      the detail and movement of, and the relationships among,
            the atoms of your hand
                  neither takes nor requires respite
                        ever;
That absolutely no constituent
      of you or your surroundings
            or the things and events to which you can choose
                  to more or less
                        attend
Is roughed in,
      sketched,
            glossed,
                  summarized,
                        approximated
For or at
      an or any
            instant
Ever?

In coitus, the End to which we mutually strive
      is the extension beyond the span of our own lives
            of human life across subsequent entropic Time.
The components of the act can be, and are,
      put to other uses
            depending on how far our attention has wandered from What Is
                  under the anesthesia of the deceptive seriality of thought
But sexuality has only one purpose
That obtains regardless of our cognizance
And even though the enormity of its power is immeasurable,
Even though the continuance of human participation across
      all subsequent entropic Time
            depends entirely on its success,
The instant of the actual transmission of Life—
      the beginning of a new, organized
            spacetime-matterenergy process
                  that maintains itself and its integrity,
                        as long as conditions allow,
                              across entropic Time—
Is imperceptible to those whose joining begins it.

So the silent infinite competence of What Is
Subsumes what can be Known
      and the raucous wilful inattentiveness
That is fantasy.

Fun
Is not abandonment to the novelty of sensation
Abetted by the deceptive seriality of thought
At the cost of unawareness of Purpose.
It is joy in glad fulfillment of Purpose
In awareness congruent with What Is,
Exactly as is Seriousness:
Alert participation
In the infinite competence
Of What Is.

That To Which You Are A Road
      beckons.
Be you
Its glad Agency,
      merely its somnambulant Means,
            or its negligent
End?