Inside some minds
Revolves a jagged scrap, a metal shape
On display in the dark like an African diamond.
Night flares shoot from its sharp-angled corners,
Maiming pulsing webs of soul, bone and vein.
A brilliant kill- dead and done are the
Nektons of the spirit.
Braid the sunset
And weave the river slow-
Let it sparkle between burnt evening strands,
Hold my hands.
Take my soul
And look through it into the light
That flows between water and sky,
Soothe from it the night
That scratches deep
With clock-face fingers.
Keep the morning shadows too-
Let smooth sun slants
Warm my face,
In the daybreak.