Gratitude

To skin,

And ever-multiplying cell,

I do bade thanks — with defeated

Worm of years long fed

And systems of electromagnetism too

Intricate to map, I lend you my awe.

The product of crystalline matrices

and bits and pieces of the

Make-up of the Universe,

We hold star systems from beyond

This fallen grid system —

In light fields too bright for eyes and

Too whole for conception.

We borrow the bits and bites of

By-gone stars to craft a game,

A stepping stone back home.

Watch for the edges — the moss

And the unknown slippery green

Has the tenacity to keep one playing;

But only if so nurtured.

Only if asleep.

So… wake up! And jump for infinite love!