Sometimes, if you ask
the right question,
and there are infinite
right questions to ask,
then the world cracks,
not in a way that makes
it more broken, but
cracks in a way
that makes it more whole,
as if you’ve been living
in a glass tank without
knowing the glass
were there. But oh!
after the shattering,
when someone asks you,
“Does the universe
act on us or do we act on
the universe,” you feel
in your breath and your
pulse that you and the universe
are the very same thing,
you feel it with absolute
certainty even as your
mind races
to find the place
where the glass
used to be.