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a poem by
Jim Whelden
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The Great I Am (according to Bad Walter)

Chunks of matter gripped by importance
whether inter-galactic clinging or dissipation

never Chaos never assimilation to Form
never division into Light or Dark
into Energy or Matter, Quick or Dead, Rest or Movement

simply a man or a woman, child, dog, flower
or mineral, gripped by importance,
centripetal and centrifugal, dense as gold, bland and thin
as chicken broth in far-flung neutrino storm

heard and unheard, mumbled and orotund, silent as dark matter
and roaring as friction-ripped bodies, egg-shaped
and porous-shelled, as iceberg into water
as ice cap out of water,

never a line-locked continuum, never gripless unimportance.

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