My eyes fragment the light

Refracted from the things

Of this world. I sit here

In the dark teasing bits

Of wet flesh from my chest

Like a raven feeding

On the eyes of the dead.

Little is left to us—

Shadow’s remnants echo

Between deep-patterned sighs

And ritual’s gestures.

Meaning reflects desire

As kaleidoscopes spin

Off ordinary hopes.

(November 23, 2017)