what it is like to partake in a miracle:
when is laid bare every path ever taken
and whispers whittle at the stuff of your heart
in geometric beauty starlight dances on the water
all symmetries to bloom from our footprints
and in the heat of the sound, wings furious:
the dawn in the mind of a horizon drawn near
fashioned where there was the darkness of doubt
a cut of light, a newly born and dizzying logic
where the Wheel turned within your know
and left imprinted the sacred name of Love