WORLD INTO BEING
Where I live there are no straight lines
and everything still holds a mystery: how
water gets to all these homes is still beyond
me. At the tap, and at the ready. Here I am.
'One singular, sensation. The monad which
bridges all seasons and things, the carrier
of all that is never together. The walker
'midst fragments, the broken-up focus.
The literal retransformation of this
world-into-Being, whirled into being.'