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Something Like Mind



What separates two points?
Time.
Not space.
Space is only time
experienced.
Measured by passage
(or extrapolation).
Time intervenes
and distance grows.
Points are pulled apart.
Time, then, requires something
like mind.

What, where is this something?
What collapses potential
into actual?
Why is it invisible
to our minds?
We don't see time either,
only changes in distance
relative to ourselves.
Is time the (the only) agent of change
or the corrupter of perfection?
(This is the same question,
looked at two ways.)

Without separation
all is one.
All was one.
One has become all.
Was it time?
Is the reason mind is
so hard to find
that mind is something
like time?
What points to a separation?
And why indefinite
rather than infinite?

All poems are written and copyrighted by Michael C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.