
That which alights horizon of sweating swevens,
Connecting its bow to rain collected below,
Buttercupping awe across poolβs static stillβ
Like the grace of a tear running a chinned cheek
As it limns balm upon morbidezzaβs fallen faceβ
Finds, in its terrestrial tattoo, an oneiric offspring,
An iteration of itself as fleeting as a held blink,
Yet sincere enough to assure that itβas inkβs imagoβ
Holds worthβin space of its breaking, bonding mercy. ; )



