Talking With Hands

Who seeks, that shall find-
No Point, nor Plane.
Betwixt Space, it hides-
The Inner Domain.

Wherefrom Sight seeks Sound-
And Thing becomes Thought.
A Chaos that orders,
One Singular all.

The Aether that sings,
It's Songs from above-
A Voice below silence-
Simulacrum of Love.

Let Darkness be bright.
An Eternal tide-
Turning sunshine to Night-
From inside to light.

Spiraling Shades,
Twist shadowy lines-
Amidst fading Forms, swirling-
Dancing Divine.

The Immaterial divides.
Within us alive,
The Object Combines-
Infinite made finite.

















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