IMMANENCE
oh the beauty of that innocence
pure cerulean of celestial sky
no alphabet
before algebra
so no sense and therefore
no fear of darkness, aberration,
abyss, shadow
the code
so clear, the space so
safe
no need to think ourselves
into the algorithms
of sanctity
and protection
and yet
how might abundance
love
define themselves
in the absence
of other,
without antithesis?
the sky so pure
in its blue
turning
tourmaline
the creatures mute
to our
failing, our
destined misstep
drowning in an endless,
forever
emergent wisdom
we can never
now unlearn
poems 2 die for 