Lost In the Light By Maria Walton

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—

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