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 -
generations
unknown
they seek you,
in the stars,
coldly staring,
your imagined face
the emptiness of
interstellar
space.
But I know you lurk
in my lonely night;
alone, I seek
your eternal light.
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