Chapter 1

There once was a void
from which
suddenly sprang a pin point of love

And in that love there was light
and in that light there was space
therein grew love
therein grew space.

In that space flowered the seed of the two expanses
in one expanse this type of love extended
in the other expanse that type of love swelled
in one span grew that type of love
and this type of love grew in the other vastness
In either expanse love grew
and as love grew
time sprouted

Time and love blossomed together
until
time became a mighty river and
mass came to be afloat upon this mighty river
A mass of pebbles, of marbles and of stone
On a blue marble there came to be
YOU and I
we tumbled
among and upon the currents
in a space
on this blue marble
in a place
on this blue marble
as time washed over it

I came to be
i
i am one
single of many



MANY
Who looked and found
as i find myself in the
eyes of others

i am as symmetrical as the eyes about me
i am a part of their puzzle
the reflection in their
I’s

i am what is missing or that which is too much
i am the barometer of
the I’s
among and above my station
As
eyes move to staccato bursts of vistas changing
i vacillate and am the temperature of all there
i am hot, other times cold
too cold to be felt, too cold to be comprehended
so cold and brittle
A brittle mettle broken and shattered
A shard in the feet of the love that bore me
in the heat
a heat to hot
to be explained
A heat that does not abide by degree
hot enough to evaporate
steel

My eye watches
carefully aiming to be the
mean in extremes
at once I am metal, glass, vapor, water, air
i move
in and out
i am banged upon
i crack
i slip, i fall, i splash
i am ice, if need be
i am what their eyes see

We all bump against each other
like billiard balls of the same number
Until someone falls into the hole
quite possibly into the
void
that once was
before life
Until someone falls
quite possibly into the
pin point of light that did puncture
love
Long ago



Chapter 2

I am the voice of friction, static
The shape of momentum
The stuff that rolls upon patches of grass or
floats down the street of
concrete strewn with grit and glass

Eventually I get into their eyes and they
blink
their eyelids flutter
their eyes water
and in their eyes is irritation
and expulsion as tears running
down the semi-circle of their cheeks

I turn my face away
my head bends up ward
the expanse turns black from the perspective of my eye

My eyes prick the place
where once there was a void
to perceive the pin point of love before there was light
From this position I have a pair of eyes
Now I see
my iris is brown
not the color of the eyes around me

Chapter 3

I have been cast from among the shadows
I need no longer seek
the eyes of others in order to see who
I must be

My spirit contently inhabits me