I am a veil

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Words are a veil.
Cut through.
What do I see? 
Cut through.

not with these hands,
not in this tongue - 
beneath and within,
before and when;

into precise expanse - 
this burgeoning, 
this blue of planet,
this wisp of galaxy;

that first sight
of universe - 
descend to life,
ascend to live;

spinning spheres,
waves of light,
oceans of colours,
harmonies, interludes;

elegant refinement,
eloquent expression,
veils of words,
veils of light;

morning’s arrival,
what were those words?
Aware, in here,
beginning to, too.


My rewrite (first?), is here