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