in the puddle beneath the pear tree I watched the galaxy weave its web and my fingers could tug it's strings, like a pianist at the keys, tugging at infinite light and sound pulling me closer to this eternal truth. guiding me through the endless paths and showing me the difference
between those and rabbit holes, folding into folds, unfolding into new,
you whispered in the night, "i'm here". but I couldn't find you in the sunrise or in the field I cleared for you.