Tuesday, February 3, 2009


I exist
in space, time.
I am linedepthbloodeyelash.
In one instant I am now,
but in another I will
the now that I know.
What I find there may not be
what I find here.
What is there may be
familiar as woodskinsocksoatmeal.
It may be new terrain,
a theosophic revelation
minted in starsdusticelight.
Passing from here to there
I will spread
like liquidfireworksbutterspiderwebs.
I will drift slowly outward,
past the bonds of space, time,
and I might not even exist.

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