or I am with everything.
If I am with everything,
eventually this becomes
a maintenance life,
a large living billboard
of display,
a method
of overheard self-dialogue,
an S.O.S. from the island of me,
an ever-expanding collection
of indirect crumbs.
If I am through everything
then everything will become art.
There is scent all along the way.
I am an expression of being,
a trail of inclusion,
a stir and a whorl
of passionate crumbs.
I am a means of conveyance.
I am a we to those I meet.
We are a share
of fewer stories
and more of the living.
We are more timeless
in presence together.
It is a different type
of physics
from beyond . . .
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