Monday, October 13, 2014

And the World Is Full

The lake is neither
Alive nor a thing.
It is the center

Of infinity,
Which has no center
And is nothing but

Center everywhere.
The water enters,
Turns, lifts, and returns.

The lake winks an eye,
Swimmer an iris.
I am a pupil.

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