if you look for illumination

move barely

an inch one way
and there
the indistinct divides
the light reclaims itself
shoots flaming arrows
broadcasts every channel
transmits ancient telegraphs.

maybe this is the only way we can read
the signal,
filtered through arms and leaves
or branches and hands
who absorb,
conduct,
transmute,
up then down
back and, back again
can the feeling be any simpler than this?