I make these unseen paths bright

from a dark and solitary sorrow.

Stuffed with drop cloths

and last year's foil

an icy avatar carved

by a lost blade.

Root peering

between chairs and their

encircling encampments,

cracked shield of ears and eyes.

Tunnels flashing

in the octagram heart,

lipstick marked synthetic libraries

that do not surface in time

or snarling to form stone

recover heated smiles.