In the shadow of the sunlight
there is a light
of a broken sight
sighing for its intricate beams.
The shadow was filling the hand
and the mind took it and flew with it
somewhere
in the distance of a dancing eye.
The light was becoming
the naked number of the unknown infinity
growing deep in a crepuscule
hidden in your palm.
I became the particle of an eternal spotless mind
where there is the innumerable warm light.