none else can ever
deconstruct the paint
layered facades that
hide reality
thought concept belief
singularity
intertwining mist
where I and not-I
ever flow toward
and away from each
other and nothing
thought concept belief
All falls to one
who stumbles in two
which skitters as three
that breaks up every
thing–uncountable
adventures walking
running rolling and
flying to a far
away horizon
already in reach
thought concept belief
reality yawns
uncovered and awake
in simple dwellings
elsewhere – else wise – this
CALL ME MAGGIE 