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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