Summary

Summary of sense is intuition of other
opening beyond as if a torus 
to be whole knew of the hole that made
it what it was, but lay still out of reach

along surfaces it could not surmise 
flicker of a firefly rising from grass
to communicate with maybe a mate
shares bearing of the light with the sunset 

in the revelatory life of me,
I live as I am and as I can be,
not all , but apart, still within myself
when I aspire to guess beyond myself

who knows if my flicker, urge to relate,
might be the hole that declares what I am?