Into your eyes’ infinite pools,
dark like the start of worlds
I float, lost and alive
and at last awake.
Clipped, astounded
at eternity’s breadth
and the root yet alive,
yet solid.
What thought have you not birthed?
From your keenness,
your open eye to all
and seeing again
the thread of the path
and the way of all things.
I follow, afraid and stumbling
my companion unbelief
who whispers fortune
and the heart’s fate
through euphoric glass
and a string of lives.
Stung upon my lips
and burned in my heart