Gordy at Creation
The "I" I refuse is Gordy's at creation.
A word is said,
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
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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