I hover
and see a distant
faint horizon line where the flatness below 
meets the hollow hemisphere above 

Grey up, grey front, grey back, grey left, grey right, grey down
grey space . . . and I who know and see: 
self-conscious singularity

I
am 
seeing 
seeing 
is 
I

Seeing everywhere simultaneously I
look toward the horizon and note the approaching other, a distant 
speck, a growing blob, a mighty churning mass
I wait . . . I dread . . . I hope
it comes upon me like a seething storm, it comes upon me like a gentle fog
it is . . . I am . . . we are

ONE

I am a crystal,  floating in the void, a glowing 
point in the black hollow

   ....
 ........
 A gleaming
 octahedron in the
absolute black of empty
space, my axis slightly inclined
 I begin my dance, waltzing slowly
 at firstand then more rapidly, turning
and turning toward the left, my sides and edges
multiplying, gleaming, glowing, sparkling
sparking with diamond fire, I spin a
cocoon of radiance and weave a
filigree of sound, infinitely
more pure than ever
teased from flute
or string
.......
.... 
 

I
glow . . . I sing . . . I grow . . . I spin
I grow-spin-glow-sing-grow-spin-glow-sing-grow-spin-glow-sing-grow
until I fill the void: I am both whirl and axial stillness
I am a cosmic bubble limpid sphere
floating in silent grandeur
I am the all

I AM

I think World
and am countless pin points
of brightness
bursting
into showers of color, spiraling out in a ballet of lights
dancing on the void that is my outer membrane

Zooming in from the billions
of worlds I think
Earth
and am the waters that feed the dandelion roots 
that nourish the stem that support the blossom
that transmutes into seeds
that
fall
into
me
to grow new roots
I am mosquito and bee and grub and lizard and cobra and vulture 
and sparrow and hyena and hare in the jaws of a wolf 
and new-born calf standing on wobbly legs
I am
the maggot that eats the flesh of the
not-yet-quite-dead old man while a brownskinned woman squats
in the forest howling her pain plain song of birth and her son
drops into the leaf lined hollow beneath her buttocks
I am the stink of death, the shriek of life
I AM

I shiver-tremble-quiver-glisten in opalescent shimmer. 
I explode into a fine mist
.
.  .   .  .   .
.   .     .   .     .   .
.     .       .     .       .     .
.         .        .        .        .        .
.              .             .             .            .
 

then
nothing
 
 

I 
was 
no more:
there was void
there was nothing
less than nothing
not even the container of emptiness
for a millisecond or a billion billion years:
I WAS 
NOT
 
 
 

I hover
and see a distant
faint horizon line where the flatness below 
meets the hollow hemisphere above 

Grey up, grey front, grey back, grey left, grey right, grey down, 
grey space . . . and I who know and see: 
self-conscious singularity

I
am 
seeing 
seeing 
is
I

Seeing everywhere simultaneously

I remember having been here before
I remember what is to come
future is past

I look toward the horizon and discover the expected other
a distant speck, a growing blob . . . and then I hear
THE VOICE:

"Wake up or you will be trapped
in the cycle! Wake up or you will forget!
Wake up and tell!"