such talk of darkness but i did not find it anywhere; every crowded inch above me busy with stars, the holes a careless needle makes in fabric.

i did not find it anywhere; i searched, i search anyway. was it the nothing i wanted - a space free of everything?

o light, yours — even now how it travels through the years towards me, diffusing over the miles until it reaches me, invisible.

i do not know but imagine it there.