as if I am to make a small space smaller
to bring you all to gather
there blankly in a field
here shall we look at gems or metals
or plants or animals and judge their worth
and find only
this
this
an eternal meaning never meant for hands
for books
even in writing this is  escaping me
an effervescent truth makes me laugh and
rip the pages bubbling
out of my hands
a fumbling
grasp
of gasps
and the entirety
that I may have made
is already the river