The pebbles drank from their mother a clarity in low tide
Whose lips bore the twenty-sixth
They welcomed the soles of my feet
And reflection of crescent June

But on that navy horizon
Night fell fast and fabric floated serene
Pirouette balanced on the light of the screen:
An image of an image; love replenished
Dipped through thread
And splashed fresh over stone

Non-reason and not shone
But tired eyes unfold
Reasons should yet reason will stop
I poured that voice life; it untangled my knots
Silvery-docked, will you choose your doom?
Cotton in the skies and kite’s farewell to you

And as I remembered the fall rushing in
God, I felt the exit enter my skin

Chiming