We give shape to our world

Whatever appears

coheres. At sea in a featureless fog,


I am other than what I am

A dream figure refining its form,

map in hand, map in the mind,


through life long sleep,

through the soles and the palms,

the eyes and lips,


all along the spine

I sense sound I sound sense:

a, at the brow,


e, at the throat,

i, at the heart, o at the gut,

u at the sex


Deep in the dark,

the letters link in a language

that wakes me


As if barefoot on a cloud,

into the light… un-spared by the light,

clear minded when I rise,


enlivened wherever I go

I enter each day each world



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