They seek you in the storm
riding high above the lightning, striking
the yielding earth with your fire.
In fields of the dead; in
seeds flung deep –
the generations unknown,
they seek you
in the stars
coldly staring,
your imagined face
in the emptiness of
interstellar
space.
But I know you.
Lurking
in my lonely night,
alone, I seek
eternal light.
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