tom taylor

daily chain

hands touch fleetingly constant in all directions
all times simultaneous now the connect of human
in unremitting darkness and absence the real of
this contact makes a unit of the many in the one

beyond knowing or speech nowhere ‘as if’ to it
but the universe of what there is if nothing else
insisting blindly focused messages alert the races
and bind them into unspoken community along

the watchtower all nations all times the same
as this no other to it is what makes it real always
in the room of light surrounded by the dark of
what has been and of what will be in love’s dues