Between the lines
where silence and stars
hold sway
a place you couldn’t reach with cerebral postings
or words cultured in petrie dishes
estranged infinity
gently beckoned
like

at the edge of a forgotten childhood smell
a taste recalled
a dream
an uninvited welcome touch
where a harbinger not reckoning time
or thought of time
dispenses an incoherent
‘knowing’
of creations intent
infinity beckoned
‘showing’
as I looked
eternity at the edge of life
sowing seeds that nature nurtured
humanity ignored.