Reality Check

As my temple of enchantment falls
I will not seek those things
of shape and velocity
that called my name before.
Inward, turning, I relinquish
form and motion.

Waters do not ripple.
Winds do not roar.

Stilled, silenced, I release
frayed maps of space and time.
Worlds arise, dazzle, disappear.

I do not wait on them
but on what remains.
Living light reveals the song
of my true signature.