despite winter air

the sun shines bright

its warmth slips, seeps

via window panes

blazing orange streaks

highlight star dust streams

patterns, prisms, pulsing energy

radiating sensation dimensions

transmitting molecules specs

vibration resonance dissolving

the borders of the imagined self

where are the edges?

fingertips buzz, tingling sensations

contemplating infinity upon the complexity

of external data; is this false or truth?

so simple

internal silence subdues even this glorious color

Orange, who knew it had so much to say