| winter galaxy— pricks of light through a forest of dark matter |
firing up the slings and arrows a matchstick |
| without number or purpose angels dance on a pinhead |
quickens with foxfire over the icy mountain |
| with unbearable lightness the cottonwood drifts far from the river |
snow flurries obscure visual markers of distance |
| beyond the chasms of sight a star goes supernova |
between desire and spasm a lengthening shadow |
| as consciousness blooms in ever expanding waves of time eternal |
engenders with a white rush the divine seed |
| out of the blue some creature blurts out a theory of everything |
the beauty of a thing in the shape of its absence |
| only it isn’t ever just quite the way we wanted it to be |
with a glance a thousand ships are launched into history |
| a stranded jellyfish spills over from its mould |
the sparkle of starlight in the vast's empty corners |
| the sum of all we thought we’d left behind roadside nettles |
the cosmos reduced to an artificial intelligence |
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Clayton Beach |
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