“Somewhere I have never travelled,
Gladly beyond’
EE.Cummings

when time slows and light fills the room
shafts of sun speak the language
of a shared yet unfathomed geometry
in which we expand so gloriously –
we, the sky, the room
the lines on the wall curving
circling that vast-tiny point inside us
where it all begins –
and everything makes sense for a moment
before time spirals to infinity
and somewhere beyond