light

in much the same way
that stars ensnare chords
as they echo from
gods throat
and forge them into
translucent crystal;
was i born from the womb of eternity.
only now am i witnessing
the radiant flood of light
endlessly flowing through
my skeleton of glass.
sunflowers turn their faces
seduced by its perpetual current:
golden veins of silken thread
coursing through
all things