when the night translated itself

where can this light go if not out

and when it reaches there

what can the dark do except come in.

tonight is a doorless cave:

your entering body is a knock of air on air.

the dark and the light swim by

in the shape of a brushspark between

the past and its futures.

the moment spins a pearlknob of valency:

when openness opens i see a warm end

and when i see a warm end i go out

and walk between the many ways of being here.

~ ajay

10/10/2024

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