Something Else The Same

Somehow the separation
enacts as a beginning
neither middle nor end
if we recognize anything
along the way it is happenstance
and nothing more
light breaking thru the ceiling
that nevertheless collapses
leaving you in a state
as much undifferentiated
as something unrecognizable
which is what you were when
you did not have a face waiting
in the wings of the mirror stage
for your line a miscue
that somehow finds a pocket
for god does not play dice
only just to abolish chance
in the midst of something else
was it I who was saying
this feels like something else
do I dare to presume
to start something else by myself
which is a universe after all