Dark Star crashes
pouring its light
into ashes
Reason tatters
the forces tear loose
from the axis
Searchlight casting
for faults in the
clouds of delusion
Shall we go
you and I
while we can?
Through
the transitive nightfall
of diamonds
Mirror Shatters
in formless reflections
of matter
Glass hand dissolving
to ice-petal flowers
revolving
Lady in velvet
recedes
in the nights of good-bye
Shall we go
you and I
while we can?
Through
the transitive nightfall
of diamonds
spinning a set of stars though which the tattered tales
of axis roll
about the waxen wind of never set to motion in the
unbecoming
round about the reason hardly matters nor the wise
through which
the stars were set in spin