underneath

walked under the still breath of night
the frozen image of light playing pretty
in the atmosphere

an illusion
its just a light game of an event of a
horizon long changed and distant

save the birth of Novas
the angry glare of Super Novas
the distant and near comets
the dusty plume of Pleides shower

up beyond the little wires
our rooftops
our towers shackled to the
ground

dark as the Tower of Mercury
in the cat lined moon nights of
Pompei today

floating over all
the vision
of change

inextolorably slow
beyond wisdom
language
touch

we dance like them
hovering on our days
in our importance

and if there is a Heaven
from this land of peace
and hells

I want to shine a vision
like my face from
that wishing well