the way distance makes an object appear

large or small--this darkness appears

very large.

as messengers of unknowing stir being--

with fewer words of freshly cut flowers

from the future's garden.

there's a feeling of how a stone holds itself

together.

paralyzed by that hold, only blinking back

with the light of mind to offer signs of

sentience.

how hard it grows in its position, yet how

paradoxically lethal grows the softness of

its love.