A Little Closer To The Edge (Crater Of Stars)

Father.
  I enter the word
      whitening in moonlight.

A glimmer,
you are still electric
in wordless theory
    where you evoked me
and I collapsed into you.

Crater of reception
falling out of Night's cricket songs;
    shredded body of love.

Tempest,
 Father whom I fell into,
   where you held a cave for me
 deeper than blackest vastness
   of furthest sky.

Every star is yours,
oh Mother,
where I grew, expanding, extracting
within his grasp.

    Teach me how to speak
       this way,
    this limitless way.

In this crater of stars,
   I evolved from ruin,
Oh Father,
Oh Mother,
          yours.

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