The light turns on
a blessing and a curse,
eyes pitted in alarm
between days and dreams,
this bell brought down by
a face beaming out
our uncertainties so sure to
me, this image sticking to my sight
through the dead weight of this
burned up world, pins and needles
smiling in the dark of this life alone.
Dawn and dusk, kitten paws and
unmarked graves, the long
slide downhill, dirt and gravel and
the unfulfilled promise the mind
makes of pretty pictures, foolish
mistakes, the breathlessness
breaking thinking’s forth wall,
bed empty save for stories
crashing on the shores,
a moment run clean through.