Untitled Poem by Starr Severon

epistulate
the
numbers are descriptive
of
the pattern we are a part of.

resonance
on each level
of space-time:
pale, amorphous ambiguity,
expository arithmetic.
nascent thought-forms spawning thought-forms
by far more ancient than their source:
we are dendrites in the mind of god.
pneuma moving through the ether
making time, the
potential gone kinetic;
the two forming the lattice
under all else.
woven through and depending from
that base, the elemental physis:
the quartered whole, the opposites;
earth and water, fire and air.
threads of all these weaving together
in this seemingly cohesive dance.
numbers hum
in grand, holy
resonance.

two ephemeral elements
bind
the four cohate to make
this.