What you learn

from the small steps
the bruises blazing new on the surface of your distraction,
from the fallen stars of old nights
the murky dissapointments of everyman,
from the flicker of new heartstrings
the flush of amorous smiles,
little bursts, primordial echo
feeds into our connections,
synapses make the jump.
from the northern lights and the setting fires of our horizons
it's nothing nothing
but this
small
molecule
of the every day, the vast expanding black of eldritch stars.
and we rejoice in it,
the light
the light.