recognizing you
adds
nothing to
me
subtracts
nothing from
me
then
why is crimson more crimson
why is fire more bright
why is everything more everything
when i recognize you?
~
your name on my tongue;
unfamiliar, ill-fitting,
foreign;
a language i do not know
then, i make myself a mule,
a beast of burden,
an ox putting one hoof in front of the other;
like that, i say your name in a circle
the dumb beast, my tongue,
in rote;
my fingers, silent,
looking for you
in a circle
and then your name makes sense
somehow
you become my language
you, in the circle
and suddenly i go beyond the circle,
that has no beginning, no end
something lifts off of the cold, un-breathing beads,
taking off
something either comes to life or something dies;
it doesn’t matter which
the circle transcends itself
the transcendence, no longer any shape but yours
which is to say,
no shape more or less than a circle
no circle more or less than a shape
no circle but circle
no shape but shape
no you
but you
saara 