1.

Can books save us?
Chapters? Paragraphs? Words?
Is that overoptimistic?

2.

I feel perfectly engineered, marvelous,
not limited to events.

3.

Our brains, wired to the beautiful universe,
are important: a kind of glue that holds together
the world. I think, and knot together the fabric
one word at a time.

4.

There is a special kind of tool that flattens one self into another;
there are, often, beautiful universes to be found on the other side,
though this constant hopping from one to another is also exhausting.
My days are exhausting days.

5.

I exist, holding together the world.

6.

So I started making changes. Random, usually.
The shocking thing was how I didn’t have to fight time and space.
What a wonderful feeling it was!

7.

My mind, however, remains a problem.
If you have suggestions for that, please let me know.

8.

(I am starting something new here.)

Image: reading water by Peter Werkman, published under a Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic (CC BY 2.0) license.

The words in this erasure poem are from this article by Hugh McGuire; the theme was suggested by this article wondering what the heck McGuire was going on about. I added the numbers myself, and some of the punctuation.