XV

A rhythmic
hum oscillates as each distant light extinguishes.
The glow fades and the bloom of warmth recedes into an empty depth.
In the dark, the edges of a towering, empty space extend beyond the grasp of all possible vision.
A soft, steady echo drones continuously from its infinite expanse.
The origin of being drifts weightlessly along an axis towards the core,
untouched by light, by dust, by any external gaze.
Now, the joy of separation is felt as a passing ray; a glare across the collar. Across the nape.
The hum growing until it is a roar; a deafening wave perpetually crashing upon its lightness.
A ring of stars gather on a distant plane and slowly turn.
Advancing through the unending passage, they closen, and are slowly beheld.
Every point bends, without exception, straining to commune with the disc.
They meet, and the ache of divided being is
absolved.