tonight is rarely at the controls, the wind roaring,
never speak but whisper,
closer to each other
splice and divide subplots-
distances a lot,
conveys life and struggle like grab and clutch.
despite its all frightening length, snapping blinds,
its overload of details,
the geometry of open palm,
of edgy light washes
into one another, rustling hairs,
it waits to navigate and trigger truth of sharp knives.
ruthless and deadly, still it’s not all loss and let go,
borders between inner and
outer diminish slowly,
the words not to hold
that distances each other more,
float and sail, half remember beauty as also its sorrow.