Limn (L’hymne)
Darkness has come home
to retrieve light.
Filamentous,
susurrant.
—sss...SSsssss....ssss—
avidity gets you braided into
the beyond.
You’re here, right?
the frame, the glaze—
the open mouth
(get closer)
(get closer)
sporulating
engorged, burgeoning caps
ejaculate like stars
and you are once again
and you are once again
the bliss of nothing.
Sara Sprague Knight, 2018