a rainbow vibrating in the sky.
There is so much strength left
in this uninhabited body, this stone
made to occupy space like baggage.
There are so many ideas left...
blonde and blue-eyed, one shut.
I am the last stone left in this garden,
awake all night, reflecting the indigoes
of this morning like a cart of opals.
Light should not naturally escape my body.
In the evening she decided to return
and in the morning she took off. Where
hid she her equipage, her accessorized
bag? Tucked neatly under the seat
in front of her? In chess, the difference between
an open and a closed game is one square.
The lights are being dimmed by a greater rival,
an oscilloscope full, this radiant dawn.
