lilac snow
violet sky
white
can't yet
be seen
for the light
inside of us
has not yet risen
we're not clarified enough
to see it
purely
just its fractures
seen uncertainly
as if they were the vapor
of our dreams
stories in the static noise
that make us feel our lives
are not our own
when white
is certainty
the law that is alignment
the pull that keeps us
tethered
to the stars
