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                “I think I’ll have a nice sandwich”

                I publish people read don’t read
                I weave my lessons with no voice
                I border my family wide as a field

                                – and –

                all the while I am the empty hub around which all else revolves
                                I am not the centripetal I am not the centrifugal
                                                breathing in
                                                                breathing out





being & breathing & doing & identity & living wormhole: what to do
family wormhole: still waving!
field wormhole: prologue
publishing wormhole: heavy load
reading wormhole: and …
teaching wormhole: gazing at the night / as my eyes passed the jagged hole / my head disappeared