AVADA

looking into the

 shimmering moonlight

 on the evening of the
 ninth of may

 studio screaming 
 quartz-light  and 
 tortured strings ringing

 into the darkness

 of structures

 hurtling particles

 choreographed

 into a likeness

 of the elements

 of dancing

 a likeness out of

 the chaos and into

 a compound lattice

 through recognition

 without time

 but as a measure

 of the frequency

 of the vibration

 in and out of sight

 as plurality

 dissolves

 into unity

 and back

 into the

 forest

 at night