Go willingly
into the solitude,
into the darkness
and the light
at the end
into the space
between,
laden with breath
and limbs outstretched,
reaching new truths
hear the echo
of heartbeat
like sonar
at this unchartered depth
trace the poems
in veins and fascia
back to hands
that wrote them
bow your head
to the atoms
that utter
original ideas
shake the shadows
that followed you —
detach your doubts,
there is no longer love
for them here.