Suddenly light appears
And goes justifying
Picking up the pieces
Of a juvenile wreckage
Of fantasies untold
And ruptured skin
Unfurling with wind
A dove’s observation
Going astray, maybe
Verily the course
Hasn’t been marked
Flickering ripples
Opiated, gushing
Tense wires, hanging
Tightening in your grip
And in the process
A thin crimson one
Creeps out of you
And me
