I have this nightmare of dawn
Transfixing nigh ever, save the most recessed pallor
And her deliberate texture and dimension in implacable revelation are won
...
We spun, trapped in a pane,
Through stars that we rarely saw
But took for granted
...
Biting cold
Always knew me well
Frozen pen
Meets hand, familiar
...
When days of allegory are passed, as simile no longer applies to singularity
And fact alone bends not to whimsy
Beyond all labels, behind even our interpretation
Where we are left (or begun)
...
My heart explodes slowly.
And shattering along spider-webbed cracks
Arcs outward and falls,
Becomes rain for what's beneath
...