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In the transits of stellar witness do I find myself
So small
Minute
A speck of energy in the great exchange
Radiating outward this hidden light within
Heat
Trapped and anxious
Hitching for a ride home

Red waves penetrate the night
Shifted
Curving along the path of greater objects
Locked in their own orbits of longing
Waiting for that one destined collision
Merging
One again with everything

Flux is the true state of being,
Acting and reacting in tumultuous arcs
Strong forces gracefully dancing in the infinite
Leaking in from some hidden dimension
The synaptic fires of all god’s thoughts
The secret facilities of her telencephalon
Guiding us all forward in timeless voltage
Vectors anchored in endless phasing

2019sm