.
Is
was
first an
infinite net
of titillation
when
came
I-Am
(eventually
quick)
a persistent
condition
a lifelong
concoction of
boundaries
as if one
viewpoint
were all
but
…… I
…… Am
is just
a flash in the
pan
snapped
glimpses
from a
river
instant
re-orientations
between
…… Is
and the
wine dark
sea
to be
caught apart
starkly still
a limb alone
snagged on
stone in a
flume
while the flow
moves on
to
….. We
….. Are
….. One
if
…… I
…… Am
vanishes
into
….. I
….. Am
…… Not
without
ever having
known
…… We
we’ll have missed
the infinite
possibility
of (maybe)
light
and
love
(its corollary)
…………………..
…………………..
by Jim Culleny
2/26/10
Blink 