Star-like, I bind myself into a profusion
Branch-like, I observe it
its out-of-bodiness. The disenchantment
of self from self
Its contrast a negative, burned skeletal
and harsh. It is etched in lighting.
Its starkness I find fairly anemic
but again I am held speechless in frank
astonishment. I gape, astounded and
fish-like. Silver and exact
my words & I at loss.