Does the eye of God, seeing all,

see the eye of God seeing all?

And see the eye of God

seeing the eye of God

seeing the eye of God, seeing all,

and so on, and on, and on? Could it be

that this conveyor belt of divine apperceptions

is the ring binding universes

numberless as Buddha’s lotus petals

in the great flat folder of a phrase

like multiverse; or, infinity of infinities…?
      Ask Berkeley; he was – in some senses – Irish,

and may therefore have had the word-web wherewithal

to spin out of himself,

of his multi-layered, many-rooméd

book-of-Kells of a mind

the teletypic Molly-Bloomian infinity of Yes

it would take to spend eternity

affirming such a hall-of-mirrors God.

     And hadn’t he – let alone Jehovah –

better things to be doing –

     drinking tar-water, maybe,

thus bolstering the ubiety

of trees in empty quads…?

Ah, ubiety: the bird in all our hands;

the sure-thing we’ll all wager Heaven on –

     I know I see these eye-blue, more than sky-blue flowers

of the borage here before me,

know as well as any Cartesian bore

I’ve tasted them before

in salads, and Summer lemonade;

know they taste of their colour

just as roses smell of theirs; their shading, shape,

small breeze-rilled rocking motion

are upside-down in the back of my eye

for moments so small they’re indivisible,

and then enter the mind that thinks of itself as me –

and still, I am an unreflective

un-God. There’s no infinity of Toby

outside first-year philosophy; the countless lotus petals

open only to let me see

that I am that I am – the mere miraculous act of seeing.

Like the soul that is sole, divinity

reveals itself in puns –

since standing up upon the wide Savannah of this earth

Man is self-same with vision. Esse es percipi –

what other meaning of I could there be?