.broken glass.

they do not know the darkness

how the light can fade into latin

& all things unreasonable

today i write of glass and ashes inspired before

then swept by other’s moments witnessed the cleaning

a month passed & in our surprise forgot the soot and dashes to burnish wax

today a small task.…

careful what you dream on a cusp of night

know that all stars are not the same

while standing the realisation have got it wrong

pale words a clue in the breathing

the stone set left in barns

caught the words hopefully in burning hands thinking that the sky was clear

though in the past

never so far away

i wish I can tell it in a more orderly manner….

did i sit quietly thinking

then place a few

things together?


exhausting the star