Gordy at CreationThe "I" I refuse is Gordy's at creation. ![]() A word is said, something figures, the space inside the space. An ant ![]() crawls out—or is it an atom—with seas on its back, and the air inside the seas and the sounds inside the air. Quantum questions abound: ![]() where is "I," what level, what is fixed, what is final. ![]() I sit and spin. Gordy moves and spirals. ![]() We trap more stillness inside us than text on the page. |
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