strangelet

strangelet... there not there

in the snip of a hair,

dark center of nothingness

being dewdrops of divinity,

focus-

on le point vierge,

blank slate of unity.

early morning light kisses

moon blanche,

all faces shining like the sun

dwindle

in spectrums fading on seafloor.

tides reveal reefs of corbeil,

stone flowers bloom and rain skyward.

soul divers

measure the bathymetric

in circumambulation mapped on 248.

sacred cube thrown into st. elmo,

the luminous plasma of the heart

heaps soulshine into winds

in patterns of E8. (exceptional simple lie)  

ride horseman of castores

breaking the bell jar

to mull iona through vesica straits,   

look at that strange star!