the marrow of matter

to know the marrow of matter,

vibration, pressure, rhythmic bond —

to know and see and feel and stir

atomic swirls around the sun —

to know the blueness of the sky,

the shifting red orange purple black —

to know the unseen photons fly

in states beyond our mortal pact —

to know a dumbfound blinding bliss

within the sky’s eternal shifts —

to know a love like this, and this,

and this, and this, and this, and this —