Even though there are
Separate objects and
Separate people in
The world, the idea
Of separateness is
An illusion. Every
Thing and everybody
Is connected in a web
Of mutual relatedness
That leaves nobody
Out in the cold. And
The world is an
Interdependent cosmic
Machine.
I create little vacuums
Cupped between my hands
That turn into little
Solar systems and
Then let them go.
It’s exhausting work.
They rotate around the sun
In fixed orbits in a regular
Fixed sidereal schedual.
Humans have come up
With a lot of meanings
And interpretations
Derived from these
Mysterious planetary
Bodies. I know the
Planets have told me
You are meant for me.
Wordman of Alcatraz 