Between the Two

seas i swim back & forth & back again toward an empty promising airbubble; taste the two kinds of summerfruits; untelling unfeeling --- hunger on as if yester day or a thousand years ahead & beyond & be yond er hugging my dead grandfather & grand mother & falling further b a c k--- before the true mean[ing] and the true see ing between the two appointed moments you gather pieces of yourself; being here[s] & there[s] & where[s] e v e r. . . . n o w. . . . live[s] ago & years after we met each other in each other’s faith fulness; it means almost no thing & every thing we know we’ll never know a bless or a curse ??