The Poetry of
Michael G. Khmelnitsky

where one begins there is nothing
a meaningless unity
a singularity full of meaning

where one starts there is one thing
people streets trees skies
no comprehension of utility

when one starts one looks over
others' shoulders
madman youth thief all in order

before what is not holy vision
or pain or belief but just pebbles
contradicting other pebbles

dovetailing a leaf
on the pavement
into infinity