all that was
will be.Ours
in the spine of the voice
collapsing
as we approach sound
between immensity
and eternity
evolved wonder
"float like a mote of dust
in the morning sky."
the hands of unseen ghosts
carry us to worlds that
never were
We
that dimensions and distance
is a place.
vantage
waves of space,
to the edge of
dust
light without centre