T**
ransverse from within to the
without,
depart my innards, exit the body,
intent upon becoming my shadow's shadow,
observing
the hole
the holy
the whole
of our lives
and the soup
of ofs and ifs
distances and nearness,
the straightforward and discombobulating,
the commas, the semicolons
and the peroxide periods that
separate, puncture, divide
and combined together
make me, you, the us
combination
and I find my teary eyes
on top of the tiniest of smiles
as my entirety is suffused
with gratitude, welcoming, fresh
rebirth of a new day grant to the
we,
of the of & if
of us
connected by plasma,
telephone undersea cables
and the best of our
human capacity of
capabilities
6/28/25
7:36 EST
