the reaching light has tethered us,
in the knowing space weathering darkness.
A square screen blinking like a white oyster,
turning on the sea bed in her silver flecks.
Darkness has openings, the black and then visible sequence.
The phone has a timed orbit, your gaze is recorded,
in small font, time gathers her senses, opens our eyes
and sleepy heads to the large and once dark expanses of mystery,
if you are reading this then you exist
and for just a second we have reached
night without emptiness— is part of her Response Poetry dialogue with Chinese poet Ma Yongbo 马永波 for International Times
night without emptiness by Helen Pletts | Garden Lavender Poetry Reed Diffuser
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