The Infancy of Light

           In a pool of vacant blue

seams of light lay lost in

sleights of coaxing gathered by

           the gambol of their movement –

            swinging daybreak to dawn in

a crossing of scarred clouds – the new-day sky

repelling soft pinks in grey reflections

           found in the suasions of morning

           [discovered in abstraction]

and I feel the inertia of awareness as

prurience – sensual and erotic – flowing

            over me in a calligraphy of smells

           of woodland tundra, this mountainous innocence

bought in emblem as an infancy of Light

held in construct bold with perpetuity –

            and find love’s banner in the evening’s reproach

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