God, I see you behind every sweep of my hand.
I breath you between every second's passing
and I feel you around me endlessly in every direction.
I am like some mote in your weave of space and time.
I find it hard to differentiate you
because I've never experienced the otherness.
You are the consequence inherant in my choices.
The events which follow my acts, the choices given me,
and the others with whom I work out my destiny.
You are the weave of my life from which I select my thread.
You are the events which react to the history I create,
mirror and mirrored, you and I.
We interpenetrate until I can scarce tell
If you are everything
or just my imagination....
gallagher
8 sept 75
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