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 —
