POETRY
“…The qualia of our consciousnesses are as divergent as two stars at the ends of the universe. And yet… our minds manage to touch if but briefly and imperfectly. Does the thought not make the universe seem just a bit kinder? A bit brighter, a bit warmer, and more human? We live for such miracles.” ~Ken Liu
MORTAL KEEPER
Mortal Keeper –
What is it you grasp?
Will my feathers lighten your heart
Whose song, though now strong,
Will one day collapse?
NO ONE
Be yourself
Hold near the safeties of dichotomies
Sip your warmth, or simply
Cup each piece of you between your hands and
Pause
TRANSLUCENT FEATHERS
Translucent feathers slice clouds
Into never-thinning grey
So that rays of dusted crimson and rose
May find a home amongst eyes
Familiar with fog stretched tight from
Sea to sky
SPACE
We hold the space between us like life itself
Until silence is felt,
Seeps through our bones
And we find our way home
Tricksters traveling amid stars
Setting embers ablaze
For star gazers
Yet, we are above the terrestrial haze