“The wound is the place where the light enters you”

Rumi

Flickering fishes

in concentric circles

drumming feelings

beating cold whispers

lines in the woods neck

warm seats

last shipwrecker

endless bright for the blind

find a color inside

open a theater

let the albatros burn

in the suffuse dream

electric vagabond

with kaleidoscope's wisdom

spagyric drop

swallow a rune

close the cranny

light a room.