# 21 Poem by B. Sven Telander

Through stone, trees, and space they swim
driving spirals, diving in galactic alpenglow;
oceans of forever some floating stars grow dim
as the currents of the cosmos in a universe forgo
liquid ventures inward soaring over nights
earthen bedrock questions posed by hidden director
enveloped in flame curtains borne before the lights
of yawning ether chasm- constellations a projector

threading warm encounter with stealth and hosts unseen,
the crumpled fuse of morning forgotten like before,
they stagger with their prayers to brighten blackened screen
tallying the boundaries, plunging toward the core;
consummating that place in a secret season
where wisdom is insanity and madness reason.