Kendra Process

There’s a cognition.    
It’s positioned where creation pours.  
Like light, you’re projected.    
Like twilight through your eyes, the sky.  
Your expression hits me like light to the wall, the land.  
Reflection, the heat and what it spells.    
I read it, and the context is heard and felt, a blossom.  
Cohesion, the mirror when you pass through me.