love evolves; colors
my troublous quarks.
I lie in the shadows
of our entangled light
as under sleeping trees -
there silence has a place
as a continuance of a holy text.
We are dazzled matter,
and spin in shadowed water:
wave, particle, hieroglyph,
whatever we are, we are part
of this gliding night's adornments,
of the night that holds like memory
airy relicts of the known
and light of my emptiness filling.