In The Palm of Space

In the palm of space,
There are distance growing;
In many unknown ways,
Thoughts are born and going.
Within the minutes fire,
Overturn a scattered page;
The turning wheels don't tier,
In a time without an age.

In the palm of light,
Clear-cut and straight line;
And forever chromocyte,
In the colors melting brine.
Within everything born,
As it dissolves there around;
And together lights are sworn,
In a contriving battleground.

In the palm of falls,
Within the planetary salts;
Future to us nameless calls,
With its ways and gestalts.
What has not been worn,
And is out there to be found;
From what is never forlorn,
Only a busy rapid round.