Parallelism

Within this world

hides another

Wrapped up, in shiny vines

New leaves

An ancient find

Beneath this plane

I am in

Dirt cakes the toes

A familiar hymn

This bottom of Before

is strewn with rubies, scattered with gold

Vast night

sits inside

Diamonds have become

starlight

I look up

I look down

Here, the Answer is found

A quanta

A nova

The selfsame scene

above and underneath

A clock is ticking

Past and future rhyme

Infinity is

a parallel line

Where

have I become Me?

Am I the same

up There

as I am

in this Beneath?

Look! There -

at that mustard grain

Look! There -

at that meteoric rain

Through this smokey veil

I am

One

and the same

One

and the same