Lost In the Light
“It is, but it does not Exist—
The intangible Essence
is Light and mirrors,”
said the Moth
as she surrendered
to the Flame’s beckoning
again and forevermore again—
Causation its own Original Cause,
The Gearwheel of the Great Clock
rolling ever onward—
catching us by our
loose threads
and
frayed edges—
Pulling us into its Cogs—
grinding our
Crystal bones
to Diamond bits—
refracting
Rays
in all the
Ten Directions—
Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
The Clockstrikes Absolute
Zero,
and out jumps
the
Nature of Things
revealed
to Be
the very
Things of Nature
themselves—
Allowing us to
Rest
at Home,
in the undeniable
Reality
of inexplicable
Existence—
i Am there
for I think
I might be
Lost in the Light—
