A Light Ritual
Waking
noxious, to
self-washing worlds, I stood
grey, blankets piled at foot
and mess, learning to forget
which wall shadows had danced
before.
Greet the
turning clocks
without envy, peace in afternoon
was the world for me,
wishing to be absent all pain,
worry, essence of abattoir
and flipped page.
Feet
aflame, eyes outrunning
the pressed pavement, I looked
for thundering snows to pass
find my well-marked place to
venture
Beyond
these splattered floorboard
walls, beyond picture frames
seeming to align no more
youthful faces within.
Conjure,
jostle, make alchemy
of words sparking against
each other, heat and light,
blinding both, lost to
cinder.
And you
ask, over and above,
what will come of the dance
this time?
I wish for always and never,
sickly lines blurring,
but do not recognize,
The
champagne-rose masks.
