no. 16

How do you express your life
without being self-important
when the only important self
is your self?
It is, this life,
it is,
but it isn’t until you say it is.

In the beginning was the word.
But if unheard . . .

This is a crazed interdependence,
so many, many mirrors faced towards each other
reflecting each in each other

Who knows where the past began
and where it ends?
There is nothing here
and there is everything here.

I am . . .
. . . I am here

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