Untitled - Poem by Starr Severon
numbers are descriptive
the pattern we are a part of.
on each level
pale, amorphous ambiguity,
nascent thought-forms spawning thought-forms
by far more ancient than their source:
we are dendrites in the mind of god.
pneuma moving through the ether
making time, the
potential gone kinetic;
the two forming the lattice
under all else.
woven through and depending from
that base, the elemental physis:
the quartered whole, the opposites;
earth and water, fire and air.
threads of all these weaving together
in this seemingly cohesive dance.
in grand, holy
two ephemeral elements
the four cohate to make
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