While LIGHT herself
is everywhere; diffusing,
stretching, filling all
space and time,
it matters where
you place your foot
and from which vantage
point you assail the world
with the kraken-like tentacles
of your soul. Grab at her
and find the subtle shifts of her
gloaming half-lights and risings.
Hold her hues deep in you, like
an old, old ballad or smoke upon
the treetops in the holler. You will
only be here a whisper in eternity;
shout gloriously your affair with
the LIGHT. Majesty and grandeur
are born amid these railings. Awe
and wonder are her glorious shadows.
Give everything to have her pass
your way. All the world is her offspring.
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