Thin ridges
are spots in the detail,
a plane of matter
and space.
Plays of light
sparkling,
vast surfaces stretch and compress,
thin places with slight tears fray,
bursting apart in
the points between
voids (not vacuums),
where life floats
braided in moving stillness.
Somewhere, softly,
a tear duct
lets out a thin trickle.
A ridge ripples,
vibrating upheavals
settle into new attractions
yet to be known.
Marousia 