interval

Stellar light lingers lightly through the

slow, silent field

Silent arcs arrange themselves where no

center is revealed

The void holds its volume

in the vast,

unbroken drift

Breath moves in measured silence,

soft and without rift

In the interval between the motion

and the vast

Everything remains even,

nothing needs to last The weight

distributes evenly across the frame of

all

And the quiet keeps the holding

in the drift without a call

Shadows stretch in stellar silence,

source unknown,

uncast Time turns its texture slowly

in the spaces that outlast Breath

returns to origin without a debt

or claim

The field forgets the motion

but remembers how it stays

In the interval between the motion

and the vast

Everything remains even,

nothing needs to last The weight

distributes evenly across the frame of

all

And the quiet keeps the holding

in the drift without a call

If infinity arrives,

it comes without demand If dissolution

gathers, it does not need to

land The interval just opens wider,

like a seam that stays unsewn

Letting nothing enter

or depart,

just letting what is known

In the interval

between

the motion and the vast

Everything remains even