Friday, 11 February 2011

falling. every day

moments of metamorphic light splinter
on the doorstep. the threshold. my alter.
the boundary dividing inner and outer.
places i move closer to myself somehow.

my eyes shift through shades of green.
tiny mirrors. but there is no name i know
for the exact colour of the sky today.
it changes with and is the light.
a whole spectrum of possibilities.

science says
there can be no light without space. we grow.

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