the abyss of transference,
my first awareness;
the passage from one place
to another is a void that is
neither, a break in continuity
that allows transformation.
an opening is a nothingness
that is something, that
I know, that I am.
a stillness, a break, maybe
a connection that does not
exist as itself, but as a
resonance between two things
that are not the same.
a passage is a powerful
nothing, from one moment
to the next, one space to
another – the invisible line
between states of being,
as tenuous as a definition,
as mutable and as
important, the distinction
being the difference,
all the difference
of the existence that is
mine to contemplate
and know around me