high above a veiled abyss
singing through boxes with magic wire
silk beds on unreachable platforms
fire forming concentric circles
jeweled letters are a list of griefs
of some flashing morning that won't
give way to noon and let the evening
send out boats like minnows
on the sharp frills of a separated sky
and its web cracked wide.
Forms cast in wild garments
quiet as the grave in mind
dancing on the ice that creaks their names
while the chandeliers play cherub's games
and the candles have bulbs not flames
in the sanctuary's swollen maze.
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