In the ocean’s pit, light is a rumour.
In the void above, darkness is law.
Pressure calms the world into silence.
Gravity speaks the sky into flame.
A crown jelly drifts, bright as thought.
A dying star turns, slow as prayer.
Its tendrils gleam, threads of cold fire.
Its arms erupt, rivers of gold.
No witness to see the deep.
No witness to bear the glare.
Now both ignite
a single impulse mirrored.
The sea opens its lanterns.
The heavens bloom their wounds.
One descends into stillness,
the other bursts into song.
Both say the same word:
behold.
Their lights cross in the mind’s horizon
blue within black,
gold within void
the same creation knowing itself twice.
And when both fade,
the star into iron,
the creature into salt,
their brief fires meet again
in the mirror between words,
where the abyss and the cosmos
say each other’s name.
Thorn and Benediction 
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