It is not a matter of variation.

It is my life that I am speaking of here.

Each thing perfectly specific.

Even the same chair

at a different time of the same day

receives me

anew

brand new.

I couldn't look back 

through images

brandished of every moment

by some new light and say

"this chair, then"

and be right.

but

that one

then

That was the truth of it.

that was my life

- every single moment of it

a visible, propagating

 mystery.