The existentialism of Is . . .

IS, is the whole sentence.

Seeing the written, IS,

is as a sensory distraction.

Comprehending IS

as letters on a page,

is, then recognition’s addiction

vocalized via an inner voice

just below whisper.

The subtlest blurt

of breath movement

through the throat

pronounces it.

This interpretation of IS,

is as a self-fulfilling myopia.

IS, now a symbol lodged

as a short form

of self-consumption.

IS, as a linear entrapment

ritualistically performed

then followed by meaning

in a posture of presumption.

This IS, as if an imperative is,

so far removed

as from before the word,

from before the thought

or understanding

or recognition

or the subtlety

of deliberation’s approval.

This IS, is hard to follow

but try to imagine . .

this IS, as a throw, a wreath,

a residence of sacredness

but still, is,

as everywhere present

before manifest as word,

before encumbered,

before syntactical,

before rhetoric,

before locale,

but not before IS

in all ways

then, now and since

yet constant before notice

but also as notice.

This IS,

no mind but of mind,

no time but of timing,

without reason

but of reasoning,

without sense,

without event or tense.

This IS,

undifferentiated,

without audience

but also of audience,

without engagement

before where, what or how

but of now.

This IS,

without mockery,

without rebuttal,

without temporality’s referral.

This IS,

of its self-less self,

the ocean,

the chemistry,

the cosmos.

This IS,

the electron,

the plasma,

the black hole.

IS,

unfathomable by grasp,

unassailable by time,

pervasive beyond presence,

constituency beyond essence.

All the same is.

The black on white . . . is.

The literacy of frame,

the re-cognition . . . is.

The residence of meaning,

the self

of self-conscious response . . . is.

The know,

the presence,

the ongoing-ness,

the oblivion beyond is-ness

brought forth,

the eternal lucidity

beyond representation,

the breath, the life, the assistance,

the constancy, the religion,

the resistance, the sigh,

the continuum, the opportunity,

the love, the freefall,

the dumbfounded all,

the naming of all,

and the naming.

This IS,

seamless in reverence,

paradoxical

by revelation’s identification.

All is,

insistence without insisting

yet insisted.

What voice hears this . . . is.

What eyes read this . . . is.

What mind rendered this . . . is.

What page reveals . . . is.

Without notice

as before or after . . . is.

All of this celebrates

the anguish of is,

the particulates of is,

returning is to IS.

The vast to void,

the surrender

of the smallness of is

dissolves the notice,

disbands the expletives

of experience.

For the one of it,

IS . . .