Drip coated drift nets drape soft silver lines,
Strung to the velvet thrum of a glass loom,
Fishing fresh air for each light it combines,
Distilate of wisp of white marbled gloom,

Sticky cobwebs oozing syrupy twigs,
Guilding burnt orange to red Autumn leaves,
Transforming fat rocks to ripening figs,
Hissing loudly as it lurches and weaves,

An alarm call through rough serrated knives,
Brittle fog hurtles sharp jagged slivers,
Shrapnel rattles against mist as it scythes,
Cluster bombs pause, frozen above rivers,

Poised,
hung in the air,
the same
moment grown,

Conceived in light of the last moment blown.