cavern alit with
cascading twilights
of imagined particles,
an array of twinkles
                    like mist,
                 only softly.
reflecting off an endless iris
like an eternal cartwheel
of                light and dark
and             in and out
and that boundless space in                 between
that passes like a
fault line in a blink
that dissolves
the one
before
and greets
the one
after.
abridged by the procession of
catena that
                         o                      
                l                      a
                       ­                   t
f                                                  ­        S                                    

away.

The spirit of adventure springs eternal

                    where shimmers reflect in
                         swirls like ammonite
                              and ripples like none.

and back again.

                              in a unified braid,
                   that weaves together
  blendings like this and that

to discern and disregard
and that boundless space in                 between.