Keep flowering into this moment,
shining light into the things
that already seem to be in place
and wonder,

“What if they weren’t?”

 

What if, like the orbiting
planets,
they could change positions
and just like that—
change atmospheres?

What if life
wasn’t meant to be one way
or another
at all?

What if
we dawned from the stars
of centuries past
so that we, too,
could one day
become the dust
that spawns

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a new possibility?

 

The ordinary comes in a multitude
of shades,

ever multiplying
its faces
in the mirror
of our inquisitive creativity. 

 

The way of light

is not foretold,

        it is the stream of brilliance

            marking the shadowed sky.