A Smile in the Enormous Sentient Web of Interconnections
Poetry
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3 min readDec 6, 2021
Dark mornings of empty space — I fall
into that pool of starry silence and float here,
the balsamic moon brews new visions,
but first, surrender must be absolute.
I don’t insist that stars shine more brightly
or that the moon hurries in her forming and…