Wilderspool Causeway

Something about consciousness returning to God
in the mysteries of the elements of the earth
we sink or scatter into. How can this be true?
One shard of the ultimate is born and retires
on an eternal pension to mists of perception
while the living cling to your form as material.
Escape karma and further incarnation
when you no longer bind to anything.

So how could past molecules be forced,
and by whom, into non-elective lifetimes?
Again the thought comes by Wren’s hotel
and the river bridge, but I lose language
to work out what it is beyond phantom pain
or ‘ride no faster than your angel can follow’
on the back of a motorbike leaving Keates Lane.