Submitting
An ink-toned ebony night captures
sound and hones from stillness quiet rapture.
And surging toward me while I lie
powerless a God-shine reimburses my mind.
Consciously losing time\'s track day\'s
negatives melt as senses fall up into space.
I face nova\'s glow and while black\'s
velvet stays holed I shall digest this galaxy.
One with the cosmos my stress ceases
for in submitting to space me-ness recedes.