Omnipresence

Omnipresence

the stars are just the million facets

of shattered prism glass shimmering against

the black window of night

and everything is just a piece of something

else

I am not me but we and we are WE

(not you and me)

no end in sight.

Benjamin Braddock says the lines are blurred

and you cannot tell where my molecules end

and the world to come begins

this brings to mind Teddy’s epiphany that

Booper wasn’t spilling milk onto the counter

but was God pouring God onto God

(and in those words

omnipresence had never been

defined so cleanly)

but its hard to see this Truth

when I count the minutes with sand

and the broken, tempered glass on the driveway,

from my parents old stereo, put to trash,

glitters as bright as many stars

and feels like worlds beneath my feet.