gentle flickers . within the hidden

when you’re tired... you’re more soul than human

somehow,

your light filtering even more

through the stains

of the thick glass

and the lost afternoon hours,

caught breaths within unconditional love

and a moment carelessly stopped in time,

can you see it?

feel it?

trace your fingertips

in the soft entanglement . of the humming matter

so casually settled within a trembling core

of a beating star