What thread could be suspended
between these two points of light;
the seams of these worlds brought together
by a string of moments ad nauseam.

Mountains rise like waves;
crash into the earth-
peaks, valleys, ranges.
Life explodes in jubilation,
dancing in the rain;
collapses beneath its own weight,
pulls itself back up again.

A cloud of chaos still warm from the womb,
desperate for purchase,
finding order, each other, everything…
and then,
                nothing

except these stitches in the darkness,
that imperceptible sparks of cognition
will embrace as fire
firmament
stars
longing
future
and sorrow.
Never wrong or right,
merely eager to learn the light…

to quilt together existence from distance
and rest in relief as long as time permits.