From Henry Biber
Traversing anew across antediluvian sands, I detect in the pebbles both sameness and difference.
For the body with its longevity of memory, some imports shift.
Now that there are so many, they jostle
Yet they leaven into a collegial gradient.
I stand benignly in witness of the world’s self-disclosure,
Resigned that it has shrugged off my authorship.
The Character of Non-Existence or,
For whom does the world exist.