Off to On

Nothing is empty.

Space preempts assumption –

has it over you before you've blinked

not only in that winking quantum world

you have to take on faith –

but in this yielding wraith of palpable
materiality – within which Now

(no less miraculous)
persists: the whole in all its infinite

absorbing parts – moving, chilling,

lulling hearts -- eternally turns Off

to On. Every place in it brims

fuller than the dawn –







.