A Thousand Times Goodnight

Tease them forth, truth’s threads of light,
Fearsome and exposed;
Spirit blinded by the sheerest white

Of infinity, no apertures closed
In the gravity of remembering.

Inanimate recall, from still to morphing,
Coalescing matter, gathering
Across nebulous spacetime, dwarfing
One and all, imagination
Powerless, riven, thrilled
By such cataclysmic machination,

Pouring, bleeding, spilled
Like souls without their hosts,

Anguished, agog, ecstatic,
Creation’s hidden ghosts
A-shimmer in the static.

Archways in infinite mirrors fill
The dream ahead with implausible
Feats, from an hallucinogenic pill
From that great Seer, Dr Impossible
Bending our light to the beautiful sad

Refraction in earth-shattering rainbow,

Am I the Seer? Cosmic Glory. Mad,
Just reflect on me. Burgeon. Glow.

In each and every goodnight.

Copyright Kosmogonic 2018

Image Amber Elizabeth Lamoreaux

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