By Kayin Borang
The naked sky opens to a navy sea,
like a theatrical performance by the stars,
formless in shape, glistening, jocund, and free.
On the bare chest of the universe,
they twinkle in action, as if the heart—
the million hearts of the celestial chart—
pumping life to all that sees
and hears its many possibilities.
Then the covert crickets orchestrate
their song of life in a palpitating rhythm
of the core, and the pulse of knowledge
perpetually drifts out its open seam.
While poetry births through this landscape,
conflating with my quill to boundless shapes
and conscience that traverses upward
to the glimmering canvas, fusing skyward.
By Kayin Borang
Very nice poem
💗💗 poignant!!
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Beautiful