The cells separate and drift
to an unknown forcefield
as particles of translucent light,
seen only by the insular kin.
Tenebrous, fleeting, transient, irrevocable,
spheres descend, space extracts,
the arctic kiss.

Sometimes, in my head, I feel it -
Thrust into the star-molecules
and split into fractions.

02/10/2008

Author's Note: 29.Aug.2002

Posted on 02/11/2008
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