one changes so much when there is so much to change.
these objects around me, the visually there, the touched--
things are nothing more than actions
slow enough in time
to be identified
as singular
the singularities
are so small
so small
bound a thousand years out from here and now,
up into brilliant white fire-marked space
and that dust becomes a face
and that dust becomes a face
cosmic and forceless
infinitely fine
your name a breath
your name a breath
in you all things reside