Channel of Light

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Barefoot upon the rings of Saturn

on imperceptible dust

on smooth, cratered rocks

on frigid ice


Beams of light.

Perfect silence, until

an unknown voice calls me forward


The rings pulsate-

brilliance grows, explosion.

Beacons and radiant upside-down waterfalls;

a golden mist, untouched and unfelt.

Reaching up into infinite sky.

Lost in light, dissolving, conjoining.

Now one



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