Beauty
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Beauty condenses in the liminal space
between something and nothing
and I meander toward the void,
pausing, pensively -
snapping a photo for future reference

Beauty oozes through sinewy seams
in a patchwork quilt of darkness
an equal and opposite reaction,
the seams pull tighter -
thunder, steady rain,
lights flickering in the storm

Beauty sings in the night,
and something else -
laughing? crying?
I can’t hear the forest through the trees
falling
I’ve been gone a long time