In the hiding night
the tuneless sky
swallows deeply.
In the fragment of moments
the iris reveals an orb in orbit,
searching the back of clouds
it briefly speaks with silver tongue.
The romance of penetration:
its moon dust
coating cloud edge
with fluid light,
the pulsation of the cloud
Somewhere beneath this undulous heaven
an argument of souls tears hearts apart
or the shaft of highlight
blesses lovers
in holy entwinement.
Somewhere darkness rules
with its pattern of inevitability,
somewhere light touches
for a moment
with its gentle healing.
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