— light as milk

the light is boiling milk; foam and blinding heat
the light is endemic to this world —or it is not

the hauls and calls are wild and fill the air as light
the creatures are endemic to this world —or they are not

let’s say they are; let’s say these are the real beings
and we are merely alive to hear their hauling and reply

when we listen, it will make them exist
as seeds of life in other worlds

like; if our clay bodies are ablaze attentively in light
the milk of listening will make hauls and calls breed new seeds

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