Above this village gripped by mist
some sleepless wonder does resist
the strapping crush of summer heat
and slips from hindrance toward a street
to climb the binding pining hills
and find a vantage where time stills.

Within this sky, a writhing spark
- a pixel twitches in the dark:
one, then many disabuse
and spiral earthward to suffuse
the night with wild vitality
yet cosmic immortality.

Now shadows flee serrated stones
which cut loose all the echoed moans
that drift away in silent flight
while whirlpools draw lost eyes to light:
irradiating universe
shelters, comforts, like a nurse.