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  • Writer's pictureKen Goodman

The Hoverer

Walking through the city so

unmindful of my legs—

The Hoverer stays motionless no matter

where I go, borderless GodSky

also deLighting [this] brainbow.

How long has it hovered unstuck to egoity,

immune to post & pre, everybody’s

personal egoless deity…

why try to look & see? ‘Tween the temples it’s aware unseen/beholdingly, never caught in neural net

like some blood juicy fly…

exodusted from the grip of

pharaoh-ego I.

Which is ‘more’ The Hoverer…now or eternity?

The Hoverer embraces both uninterruptedly, mated

like a mirror shows shit & reflects stainlessly, never

clinging to a thought of

‘understand thought-free.’


I’d reply but secret mantra in-hears silently.


Ken Goodman blends ecstatic meditation & poetry creation in Cleveland, Ohio.


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