this place is drenched in divinity,
it’s hidden just under everything.
my thoughts split themselves into infinity,
as if cabalistic commentary. meaning, direction, escaping me.
so, i’m 2am tiptoeing threadbare carpets,
scattered haphazard on creaking oak floorboards,
tealights in yellow glow soft gentle yellow,
and i’m whispering prayers to the ancient and spectral.
(i’ve always adored just how light behaves, how it moves through the world in mysterious ways)