lux in tenebris
what we witness
photons enclose
like twin calices
or the wing-shards
of the cranefly
maybe it's etched
in light that we
prevail / a sort of
bright dust /
a slice / a tranche
of that first
bright gracenote
high & wild like
struck magnesium
or then again
maybe we blade
our way back in
sun after sun
silica / amber / quartz
& we the striations
that capture & reiterate
that light
that light
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