light trails

give form to the inner space, poet of the universe

these letters, this language insufficient

shadows what breathes beneath the surfaced sounds

feeble attempts to package the void of consciousness

what is here, then, poet?

what are we becoming (once again)?

what am I discovering

this stuff

freshly birthed, but no—

unearthed.

and the self-evident cornerstones of our being

pulse as glimpses of trailed off memory.

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crowning

mistified the hollow wears a cloak of soft fabric a velvet veil of stardust settled hovering amidst earthly form hush a whisper carries brilliantly through the fog time is here we are now we have begu

earth

shaded greens whisper gradually tongues of silhouetted daylight crouch like gossiping maids and cronies beneath the gentle foliage i bend to test the smell of earth dewy, musty, fertile crops of moss

one and the same

the stars rest gently downwards heralding what is to come they drench the incandescent fireflies of earth and partner with the little guys one and the same they are truly noting their humility their l