I seek a shift in common language,
a way to say what is actually meant.
I speak of I, but don’t mean I
as a thing.
I speak of it as that (mystery)
which manifests function and
I speak of I as ‘It’.
But It is no-thing either, yet thought
would instantly turn it into a thing in
time and space.
I as It occupies neither time nor
space, yet – magician that it is –
manifests both in order to
show up for the party.
I as It is never caught napping,
wide-eyed I is the eternal insomniac
wideawake – to the nth
– miriam louisa
echoes from emptiness