9: In Solitude I Walk

I move within the tatters
of the world knitting
frantically alone beneath
a fractured light:
A candle allows
a small comfort
against the dark,
blinding its aura
along night’s edge
like beads of blood
across a knife’s blade.

(from a work in progress: “Arcana,” November 8, 2013)

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