voices run through 

the shadows

like children who 

have not yet learned

to fear the dark

who still remember

the dark

when it was 

the warm maternal 

chaga of 

everything known

and the voices

penetrated 

in from

the light

you are falling

through light

in muffled vibrations

and then as the

song that pierces

too sharply into

the night

and so I must

be falling

through the light

and the darkness

too

and forgetting

not only

where I have

been

but where I am

somewhere 

I will find you 

in the cosmic

hide-and-seek

and you will

discover me

as if for the 

first time

and we will

not know

if it is the cold fire

of light

or the warmth 

of the dark

but we will know

what found means

by the harmony

of the song

and then let go

or fall together

into the next

like children

who have not 

yet learned

to fear the dark

or the no longer

children

who have not 

yet learned 

to fear

the light