In the beginning I will have been who I am – already. Seeing in being seen – hearing in being heard – touching in being touched.

In the mirror I see you seeing me. Along the canals I hear you hearkening to me. In the fog I feel myself to be your you.

Mirror on mirror reflecting each the other – I and Thou.

We are two 'I's, two 'you's, this ever-existing utter unity of us being a third. In the twinkling of an eye – our very breath.

boundless
dark

risen
sun

a breath
of wind

that which
blinds me

as if
voiced

gifts me
vision