i.
Atoms bind into crystals, silver
deposits in the backyard. Nocturne of cloud
and shadow, I dream backward
Atoms bind into crystals, silver
deposits in the backyard. Nocturne of cloud
and shadow, I dream backward
into daybreak. An afterthought, I witness
bells stuck in their glassy pitch,
echoing the thin music of birds.
bells stuck in their glassy pitch,
echoing the thin music of birds.
