I must not go beyond sunset
to discover the consciousness of night...

Becoming you,
I perceive your face...

In high definition
you were extolling the...

Choosing the dusk
before dawn to halt the...

Shy from finding
the depth of your being...

The trapped body
will not listen to baby fugue...

The hawk was landing.
Squinting at the urgent need...

Today the poem was still on the brink
of completion...

The space was widening. Opacity was
Being. Antimatter in. You were scared...

A scavenger fails to thrive
in upward mobility...

The night watchman
has become an etcher...

It was revenge on you
by unknown...