To paint the other unknown life,
The less proximate reality,
More than alive, but less corporeal
Coiled sideways, to strike the daylight’s vicarious edge
Crescent eyes, of barely concealed coronal movement
The latent self growing huge, with secreted layers of pearl
Sentient fabric of the scarcely imagined,
Invisible light flowing along fractal lines
A salient fabled ignition, beneath perma-frost
While a soft immediacy circles, in the distance.
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