Inside this depth of the perpetual, I hold onto the light, learning that it is not an illusion but a constant fire within hard as metal simultaneously lava soft no longer boneless, lumped jelly in a flaccid bowl Instead I am bowled over with new power, plugged into my own electric universe in rushes of ******* voltage that was always waiting for me to see it to allow it inside the tissues of my body to flow up and through intestines, muscle, heart and bone threads from a glowing orb that slake and snake through me like a river's glory leaving the spirit on edge for more and I am ever grateful to take that light spin it into a gift unwrap it slowly drape it over me like a flowing, unstitched garment pour its liquid-tipped velvet onto my follicles, sensitive tender luminosity touching all the right places its silvery essence flooding me in drips and slips healing all the lost and lonely places, desolation's imprint hollows of brimmed-over despair I have become a quivering, stellar bud bursting forth, each day burning into new rebirth in quenching torrents ripe as ovarian silk soaked in cellular juice inner seeds ready to be flung unto the earth into the wilderness into expansion ready to bloom and bloom and bloom again