I typically always do the same thing for my poetry: 5 haikus sandwiched between 2 tankas. But I decided to mix things up by changing my format. This is 4 stanzas with 8 syllables for each line.

In a pocket of time, somewhere

Between trance and lucidity,

Between vibrating particles,

Consciousness and nothing become.

 

The architecture of being

Has its foundations in dreaming

And the yearnings of lack thereof.

The mother of meaning: Zero.

 

The senses, retroactively,

Compensate for their existence

By the nature of their purpose.

So the eye created the I.

 

In a mixture of will-power

And acceptance, of intention

And instinct—of judgment and peace—

Clarity shows her simple face.