CIRCLE WITH A DOT

Countless windows onto as many different worlds flickering out from balance points in great looping spirals.

Directions never named, but sensed in the breaking blinking edges of things, angles so strange the only way to note them looks like incantations.

From a worn body and a tattered mind we watch space unfold, learn to make shapes out of time to hold back the tide and sing the world.

We came from many places. We fell between the cracks, carved spaces out of music and light and silence.