A Saudi Arabian dust storm blows across
the ocean                 
                  parachutes invisibly from atmosphere  
fine enough to slip through my nose, into my
          reminding me that everything touches
everything else.                            

                              I ride  a camel in the desert.
I am the moon shining where she steps.                                     

palpable world of sense is a contraction that
seems an expansion.                                      
                                      Einstein says space and
time are persistent illusions.        
                                                    Muhammad says
God is closer than the jugular vein in my neck.