Night is luminous
resin in us.

The mountains resonate
with a million pinpricks.

Skin is stretched
to the point of breaking:
breaking into pieces of light.

The array of light
loosed upon the land
has grown from the land
itself, and you lose
yourself in the bright
blindness of these first
rays, the flicker of these tiniest
flameless
fires whose beams
reveal the undreamt
to the willing dreamer.

Who lives
amidst the mountains
lives a circuitry of rising and falling.

Visions: visions of purest secrecy.
The secret luminescence of the body.

You ask, wanting to know
the secret: is not this
first light the pure truth
of this new season? Are
not body, earth and sky
all one
in this night's daylight?

What
wings our eyes wear!

We are gatherers of light
and when we each have made
shadows of the other
we will use anew what light
has once been used
together to inflame the darkness
with our vision.