forgetfulness
mine of myself
sky of myself
being for the first time seen
and that’s how now
comes, all the ways the words
are not, their rasping gone to the azure
that has already
answered
once so intensified, I
begin to fade
to see softer, wider
half-gather how this scattering
turns around the gaze
seeing as I am seen
is to be
as I am seen
a single lumen orbiting
through the eyes of the horizon
a moment, beaming
I’m a mote seen
dancing, swirling
in the rays of gentle sight
Across Beyond 