Praise be to Praise

Praise be.

I own me and I will survive.

I am now and I am speaking.

In all time, say I, and I will be. Be saying I.

That takes care of time, who was waiting for just such a moment. Time of the tremendous patience, provided this and that. Time and the tapping feet.

But you are time, or the hand that holds time, not outward as if for one to gaze at, but palm down, sheltering time. The heat into your hand, or is it vice versa.

I walk into these pages having thought all week long of practical themes (ownership of conscience). Now look at me.

For the moment truth, like I own the flame.

For weeks concern, as if I stop.

You are exactly like a friend I once had, that feeling of the face at a distance within oneself, only you are now, as now, my future presence in exact relation to this perfect now.

Praise.