up close this matter was and will never be a blank slate. there is history here that's gone the distance. been scrubbed down by waters for your 'clean'. on it's back thrones were built so you can stand so tall and lean. it laid the ground beneath your feet. planted your fields of green. all of this so that in the end you keep it cloaked. compressed. hold it captive. and, brush it off from your eyes and ears. forgetting that raised in difference-indifference- we can't stitch with a single thread this cavernous seam. and we wonder why the universe looks at us undeserving of the skies and the heavens as they gleam. foolish to restrain ourselves from a path to the stars within reach.
never were you asked to make many disappear into one. but, to let it explode across an iridescent sky into all the ones it took to bring one here.
