Bending Shadow Folding Light

far beyond cold light window edge flirt and flutter wild lashes of winter wink wandering flakes soundlessly sow layers of lazy shadows, dust over cool contour conceal autumn rust gentle narcissus and nasturtium snare brooding violet and valerian holy nocturnal vow consume hungry dog star silence wait and whispers ‘til gently cries up and through to lowly beam pane of glass strike, and with delicate fracture rimes ~ the child peering into small circles, outward looks for storms inward finds heaven and earth in dark desert bent and he, in corner curl shelter slips and folds into self, wasting space not waits beneath the silent thunder held mute in frigid winter throat there to spy with violent eye in heaven fire wayward sworn the keels of passing ships awry dipping oar, war keen cutting limb and flesh into spinning halos of blood and brine divine yet, before hard and fast the setting of clay memory forms and naked fury eternal seduce he clutches shut wasp vision wicked holding instead a sliver of something that once was a sensation, an abstraction, a derivation once less dark …until morning where in grace she falls upon him holding the North Sea in her palm, diamond wide which craves only to climb his wall and flow around his cool body