Lūmen

It arrives in waves and without notice

In a form we can't contain

Hear a mycorrhizal silence speaking

About that which we cannot name

If I break the spell of careful measure

What emerges imperfect

But true to myself again

I can see it through kaleidoscopic framing

You appear and collapse in the imminent turning of spheres

There's a chance I won't burn out with fire

And it scares me

You move me

Just before I know where I am

You once told me here

We serenade space

And we came here quite simply

To sing for life

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