In the quantum shadow world,
the light is speaking.
Every word it says is love
but every word of it is thoroughly
misunderstood
and out spill walls
and weapons of mass
misunderstanding
and holy wars of passionate belief.
But still the light is speaking
in creation of an infant's breath,
a baby's smile, a child's
astounding laugh
with not a touch of irony or
deconstruction
hidden in its unadulterated joy.
The light is speaking through
these several billion years of
subatomic rubble,
reverberating through a world of
high relentless evolution,
parting seven seas of clever smoke
resulting in a rush of tears
to see my self
at last. It seems to take forever
but it's just this blinking
of that wordless eye.
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