I am Bound to the Center

I am Bound to the Center

I am the many who have become one.

I am you, I am me, I am he, I am three.

I am the mirror, the face in the mirror,

The thought of the mind, thinking of the mirror

And it’s face…

I am what was, what is and what will be.

I am here, I am there, I am everywhere
…
Catch me if you can, Catch me if you dare

Or set me free

….
I am bound to the center by an oath which forces me to explore the periphery…..

I am the infinite regress which begins and ends here.

I am the witness and the cause of all thought and all action
.
I am the memory of all that has been forgotten
.
I am what is going in and What is coming out……

I am the top of the bottom  And the bottom of the top…
.
I am a little boy standing in the rain under the awning of Skirm’s Smoke Shop

on the corner of Palmer Square and Nassau St in Princeton

on a late afternoon in April of 1952.



A.T. Wood    June 2012